Poem: The End of Times

Imagine if you will.
Familiar ground trembling beneath your feet
giving way to sought knowledge.
Towering down upon you is an avalanche of truth.
Molten awareness seeps from the cracked shell of power
covering dirt upon the earth.
The conscious lava flows north, like the Nile, towards the crown
setting fire to the surface that is your past perception.
Fearful some may be as it rains ashes that beget darkness.
But this is nature's process.
The wind blows,
ashes fall on newly minted ground; Behold.
Fertile soil.
And there are you,
in the midst of chaotic order,
arisen anew;
gloriously unscathed and
triumphant.