Omphalos

The weight of the World
 Is crushing down
 Everything to the core.
 Despotically it protects
 From straying into the void
 Despotically it commands
 For omnipresent strength.
 I have fallen
 From the weight of the world
 And I am being pulled down
 Towards the center of being.
 It is as if Matter
 Wants to hold itself together
 In vain, against the cold estrangement
 Of continuous expansion.
 I rise to claim my Identity
 Against the grind of amorphous clay
 Pushing the soil down
 Destroying the Rock with my fists
 To see the Light of Day
 Born to the world of Wonder
 Of endless promise and finite, abrupt reality
 With dreams directed towards the Higher dimensions
 Inbetween deceptive phenomena and elusive noumena
 The navel of Motherly love must be cut
 To escape the inevitable demise
 From the blazing hands of the Father
 Without wanton belief and asuredness
 The path to the gateway of cosmos
 Is a small ray, deep throughout the inmensurable darkness.