Fear Transcendence

Feeling within consciousness contraction We recognise its origin as fear Arising from desire borne stagnation Fearful to lose illusions we hold dear Ghosts of our mind grips us thus in terror Avalanche of arrows feeble form spears Fear type any, it grows like a creeper If unchecked, envelopes us in darkness Permeating our form like a cancer How may we then, liberate consciousness? What may we do, to rekindle our joy? Beseeches thus hermit in earnestness Attachment to objects, an ego ploy Miring our attention in swamplands deep Hypnotic stupor has us therein buoyed To transcend our fear, the climb is not steep We just let go of fleeting illusion Plunging into the void, in one swift leap! We are free, upon vaporisation In but not of this world of forms fleeting Flowing nonchalantly in elation We disappear, there is no more fearing What is, is a bliss mist, celebrating! 28-November-2020 (syllabic Terza Rima)