Reason Is The Next Wall

 

Reason Is the Next Wall

I climbed above reason and thought I arrived,

The pain got quieter, my hope felt alive.

The darkness retreated, the doubts took a seat,

I said, “This must be faith,” then faith turned to deceit.

What once was belief became comfort and ground,

The edge disappeared, no danger I found.

My reason got dressed in spiritual clothes,

And stopped me from climbing where real faith goes.

The Creator withdrew, not out of neglect,

But to show me the trap of what I call correct.

What lifted me yesterday, today blocks the way,

And demands I rise higher or honestly pray.

I cannot jump alone, the height is too steep,

My reason screams safety, my ego says sleep.

Only the Ten, pulling hard on my soul,

Can drag me beyond my imagined control.

Again we rise, and again it will fall,

Each new reason turning into the next wall.

Until nothing is left that I call “me,”

And between us appears what they call Dvekut — free.