Unraveled

Through this quest called life,

Through this restless night,
your Knight visits without blame,
his steed’s hooves beat like thunder in silence,
lightning calls out your name.

The hoofbeats prepare for the sentencing,
Your heartbeat prepares for the purging.
Turning away from what is calling,
your sleep– your attempted hiding,
turning away– your attempted stalling.

The force of his blade, sharp and true
slices through silence,
Like a chilling breeze
slicing through to the bones.
A memory once cold now bleeds alive;
a code, a luminous quest,
visions of valor and loyalty,
armor shielding all that is true,
a promise to brothers in arms.
All in a night’s rest,
All in a Knight’s test.

Shaking yourself out of this unpleasant dream.
Waking to the start of your workday,
it’s a Monday in the year 2003.
Going through your day,
this dream haunts you,
Traversing your mind, thinking
“It’s just a poem, a song, a childhood fable.”

The drink at day’s end,
mercifully numbing the mind.
You drink daily– the duties of serfs,
your attempted busyness– you drink in vain.
This daily toast, a prayer to the maker
that this calling will stop and so end the pain.

Drunken silence once again falls
upon the darkness of mind.
You fall in to your fitful dream
A thin ray of light shines through,
a cloudy night muffles your scream.
Looking towards the hilltop your sight turns
to a shadow of a shining sword raised
high above its mount.
Sleep still overcomes the prey.
The knight sits there in the distance,
Waiting, waiting for you to do battle today.

Resting in your bed, head upon your pillow,
they start anew, the thundering hoofbeats,
the Knight coursing down the hill, drawing near,
lightning in his calling striking deep within.
You try to run but at his feet you collapse in fear.
His eyes penetrating deep within your soul,
he has not come to slay you,
but to remind you of your place on high–
amongst the gallant and the sovereign,
a brother in a long-lost Knighthood.
You tell him he must be mistaken,
you’ve got the wrong guy!
He looks at you and smiles,
a deep laugh rising,
and continues to laugh.

He takes you by the hand,
with his armored glove.
A full colored battlefield emerges,
Green grasses filled with freshly spilled blood.
On your own steed with nostrils flaring,
his heated breath steaming.
You wear the armored glove you held moments ago.
Now fully clad in body armor,
you scream an unearthly battle cry.

A fallen knight lay in front of you slain by the enemy,
he looks up at you with piercing eyes,
familiar but not the eyes that brought you here,
he growls a similar deep laugh
and calls upon you to “fight on!”

Two Knights taking on
seventy-five to save a village of farmers.
All but a few of the enemy still stand.
Three in front and three to each side.
You wheel to the right,
with two mighty swings of your sword,
three men fall.
In front, three still come forward,
you gallop and with a crushing blow to the first,
his body falls lifeless to the dirt below.
The other two step back,
you leap your steed forward,
two fall, cut with two more deathly swings.
The last three to the left turn their backs to run,
you race your horse at full speed,
cutting them off and face them.
They die like the others,
swiftly and without remorse.

Racing back to the fallen Knight,
he is sill lying there, still smiling.
The tears you can’t hold back,
in mystery– you wonder why.
You say to your brother in arms,
“why did you bring me here?”
He speaks to you and says,
“Your soul never left my side, it has been stuck here,
but it wasn’t me who brought you back,
It was your honor beckoned your return.
Why did you forget,
why do you no longer wear your arms,
why do you curse your code.
The answered lies here with me, my death.

It was your idea to fight these
seventy-five men who lie here today.
In my own weakness, I broke the code,
tempting you to turn away from what I feared
was sudden death for both of us.
I would have chose to turn my back
on the farming village, to fight another day.
Thus, I broke the code!
You, you most honorable gallant knight,
you chose to fight,
and fight you did, to victory.

Upon leaving this field
you chose to blame yourself forever,
for your brother’s falling.
You cursed your promised code.
You chose to live as a man with no soul–
a boring and treasonous lot.”

As his breath slowed to a stop,
you take his armored glove in yours.
In an instance– you peer down from a hill,
holding high your sword of valor.
A thin ray of light shines through,
a cloudy night muffles your scream.
At the bottom of the hill your sight turns,
You see yourself lying in bed, head upon your pillow.
You gallop forward on your steed,
the thunder of the hoof beats begin,
lightening in your voice calling out your own name,
“Wake-up! Wake-up! Wake-up!”

You kneel beside yourself,
slowly pulling your sword,
you tap the gleaming metal
lightly on the both sides of your sleeping shoulders,
whispering in your own ear,
“I solemnly swear and vow, to follow this Code:
With all my life and lives to come, I pledge;
to champion for right and good,
to fight against the forces of evil,
to be true and seek that which is true,
to have courage in the face of all evil,
to seek justice for the one and the all,
to seek the Grail within myself forever.”
With a slight pause, you lightly tap the blade on your head
And proclaim “Be thou a most wondrous Knight.”

Reaching with your armored glove
to hold your own naked hand,
your sleeping mind fights the task,
the body quivers and shakes,
your heart beat bleeds of the purging.
Opening your eyes, you see your reflection,
You are the Knight In Shining Armor, YOU!
Awakening from lifetimes of slumber.
Knighted anew, in
one nights dream, in
One Knight’s Dream.

I am a generous spirit who does not like to be crossed. I am unafraid to stand my ground and to use a sharp blade, metaphorically speaking or otherwise, when necessary.

I am a teacher, lover, friend, healer, salesman, manager, hope fiend, intuitive, writer, remover of irrelevancy, inspirer, spirit commissioner, evolutionary agent, shaman, swami, and conniver – or is that McGiver?

The process of discovering what is worth-doing as it moves through the pattern of integrity I call my body seems to dictate that I pull as many people through the portals as I possibly can. This pattern integrity has not received information at this time as to why it should do this or from where to where. I do take this directive to heart.

The process has also dictated that sex is where you heal from, that I am best guided through my dreams by you, my lady, that I am capable of channeling intense and fine frequencies no matter how I try to convince myself that I can’t, that thoughts can be sent out into the universe and be returned to their original transmitter, and that yes, it is a worthwhile adventure to become a mental nudist.

However, more than likely, on any given day, you will find me in medieval attire. My lady, I am at your service. Your heart is my compass.