The Breath of the Ages

Into the dark tunnel I go,
further,
consciously deeper,
breathing the breath of the ages,
the hidden memories emerge,
the convergence of all past lives awaits in the light.
And this moment, every moment,
is rich with untold treasures
of the precious life energy
running through our veins.
With every transformational breath,
I become more and more
in harmony with the guides.
We commune as gasping sobs
escape my throat
like endless machine-gun fire
poured into my mat.
My bloodshot eyes gaze
upon the transformational carnage.
Carcasses of those who
I have outgrown,
left behind,
litter the streets of my heart
which are paved with rainbow patterns
of love and light.
Again and again, I untie
the energetic knots
while my unending quest for conscious relationship
leaves me in spasms of abandonment,
my 5 year old seduces disaster.
The toxicity pours all over
my friends and roommates,
and my all-important growth emerges triumphant!