Spirit 2

Spirit is the subject that matters,
the MC squared
that snaps the neurons together,
is the obsession
behind questions of apathy and act,
is the mask we wear
when we wrestle
with uncomfortable questions.

Spirit constructs
that attic where thought gets redacted
and excavates
that cellar where moisture collects,
where the molds of time
continue to fester and blossom.

Spirit encompasses heights and depths
both ecstasy and despair.
We're called to mine both ore and stored up tailings,
then expand abroad
and externally receive what the light
in its flight makes plain.

But when spirit becomes too much,
we beat retreat
like bats when a new day arrives.
It's a constant fight
to handle what energy drives
and to balance daily
the force that pits sand against tides,

but lets us freely
like hawks rise and ride on the thermals
for moments glide,
wholly trusting the foundation of wind
as we spread wings wide.