gasp for air

gasp for air it's said

gasp to live a minute longer

gasp while pushing off the force of self

to belong completely to the Force of Life

my head submerged beneath the waters

beneath my wants

beneath addictions holding bound

holding bound my preferred attachments

against my soul

 against my good

against my distant wish

to fight against my God no more

to give-in long enough

to behold forever with a throbbing heart

with a lively passion

breathing free

that drowning would be pleasure

a gift for touching Life

*Reflections of Alan Jones:

  -...solidarity with others us essential if the soul is to be made and re-made.

  -I am, paradoxically, most myself when I can say "we".

  -(The) sham "we" makes us feel safe and at home for a while, but it often depends on excluding others and even persecuting and killing them if our safety is threatened.  A family can be a prison house of the soul.  Each member must serve its honor and worship at its shrine.  Freedom and spontaneity are crushed by the family group.  A nation can wound the souls of its members by belligerent and exclusivist policies formulated in the name of "national security."  That is why the making of a soul requires us to break out of the small groups in which we live and find our true Self in an ever-widening circle, first in the whole and then in God.

  -...since it is going against the stream of life flowing towards that wholeness which is in God, the ego is always on the defensive, always at war with others and with itself.