- Where Fear Has Gone -
A Medtation upon the Self

Written as a triubute to the works of Frank Herbert

I must be steadfast and be cleared of the mind’s every tension,
For in the places between clarity and dreams, fear can be born.
I must not fear, lest I give in to that subtlest mask of madness.
Fear is the mind-killer, the dissolution of every rational sense.
Fear is the little death that brings unto us, the total obliteration.
I will face my fear, and I shall rise again like the coming morn.
I shall look at my fear, and arrive in a place of serene gladness.
I will permit my fear to pass over me, and through my defense,
And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to behold…
The path whence goes my fear, and then I will become reborn.
Where the fear has gone, there will be nothing it may control…
Only I will remain, triumphant, free of terror and above scorn.

The door of my spirit is open but the guards will keep me safe.
My ancestors look upon me kindly, and know my cause is just!
I have transcended the abominations of fear, no longer a waif…
For I have found my home, beyond that door, gaining its’ trust.
My mind affects my reality, and so shall I make of it paradise…
Walking upon a path of gold until I arrive where I wish to stay.
I must be steadfast and not falter before all deception and lies…
I shall walk my path until gone is the night and risen is the day.
What I desire to do has already been done, in the destined plan!
I have only to go through the motions, working the sacred will.
I am the hand of destiny, and all time runs before me like sand!
Once my desire has been sated, my heart will be calm and still.

When I hear a lie hidden in words, I want to turn my back to it,
But in knowing what is true, the lie cannot hope to ensnare me.
Deception shall not rule the course of my will, not even any bit,
For my eyes are opened, and once opened they surely must see.
Whatever rises, so too must fall one day, to pay for its’ power.
Let me be humble, therefore, to ascend without such high cost!
The will of a humble soul can multiply like the petals of a flower,
Blooming in its’ season without a fear of withering until it is lost.
Fear and ego are like unto fire, and can burn those they afflict…
But peace flows like unto water: bringing to us, hidden strength.
Let passion burn like fire, for it alone is meant to be that strict…
And let your spirit be like water, flowing beyond human length.