Praying into the equidistance.
Praying Into the Equidistance You must learn to say prayers that become time travelers, prayers that can trumpet past a guilty conscience, past our attics of guess and superstition. You must find a way to enter into the flash of nerve processes that blink like road signs in the mind and see the world from the core of what makes them tick. You must pray past the mantra and beads, past the guru, the priest, the sounds of little bells, the wonder of fire, the clean repetition of air rushing in and out of your lungs. You must find a way to turn the inner citadel of the soul into a thing of light, then follow it above, beyond and through the merchandise of matter, the clatter of regret, the distractions doubt brings on its frail but deadly wings. You must coax the ego and id to follow; lead them like lambs into the mystery, and let them graze until they're full.
Fredrick Zydek lives in Omaha, Nebraska His most recent books are Tacopachuk: The Buckle) Poems (Winthrop, 2004) and Dreaming on the Other Side of Time (Holmes House, 2004).
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|Date:||Jun 1, 2004|
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