There is a delusion
That coddles me safely away
From the edge of the void that feels like breaking.
It is time
To unwrap myself from its fleecy familiarity
Be the wolf and leap into the void.
There is a delusion
That snaps its jaws at me
When I try to step into the light of truth.
It is time
To pass through its hot, heavy breath
Be the lamb and enter the fields of gold.
They are the same
Though they feel very different.
