Manifesting
By BoJenn
When the need to manifest arises,
the eyes must close — shutting out distraction,
the clamor of worry,
the dagger of fear,
the whisper of I am not worthy.
This storm of disturbance always comes.
It lifts its many swords,
warding off those unprepared to walk the path.
That is its design —
a guardian meant to turn back the unfocused.
Yet one day, amid the squawking of rhetoric,
the shrill parrots of noise,
a being stirs.
From the mud of confusion, a fresh shoot breaks.
This one no longer bends to the dull hammer of sound.
What once deafened now dissolves into nothing.
Others may still hear the clamor —
but the being is untouched.
In the silence, awareness dawns:
needs and desires gleam like stars in a clear pool.
In the grove of nothingness,
a single thread glimmers.
It whispers: Follow me.
The being listens.
And the thread replies:
In quiet solitude, become it.
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