bold in action;
fear has fallen away.
free of spirit;
shame is forgotten.
free from doubt;
the heart knows
all.
now, after healing,
the world awaits
the glory of your flame.
but,
positivity
is not
sensitivity.
and creativity
will neither
nurture,
nor hold.
and so the path of
love
stretches out
just a
few
steps
further
from your core.
but,
the heart
knows
all,
right?
Simurgh
&
Yggdrasil.
Athena
&
Ashanti.
perfect souls
&
bliss.
a world devoid
of Myth
is safe
and
clean,
free from
the traps of joy,
and hope.
we are
all,
perfectly flawed,
splendidly human,
and perpetually,
alone.
a song of empty
greets a soul longing
for more,
stoking familiar-
almost comforting
fears.
a blanket
of caution,
a shield
of doubt;
the wisdom
& safety
of living
without.
across the valley,
a young child’s
chest
bursts with songs
of hope.
and the birds,
and the antelope,
and the wind
join in jubilation.
the empty retreats;
love moves in.
in the fullness of Me,
joy and pain
slow dance
together,
as old lovers do.
(I’m on sax)
be
that which you seek,
and it ceases to be.
all that,
you will never need.
all that
you will ever need
is a song
of
“Me”.
jump-back,
to where you belong.
kick-off,
when you hear this song.
ain’t no love
lost
on the weak
of heart.
ain’t no
hope lost
if you do your part.
child of dust,
drums,
and the ancient fire.
warrior of love,
music,
and
sacred desire
keep giving it up,
you can’t run dry.
give them everything
till the day they die.
murmurs
from yesterday
shape stone,
and soul.
each serene moment
of mystery
inevitably lost
to the next.
continuous, infinite,
and
fleeting.
secrets, and stories I’ll never know,
but still,
a comfort
to this thirsty soul.
no,
you
haven’t
been
down this road
before.
though,
you wear the same mud on your shoes.
no,
you
haven’t
been
down this road
before.
though
the birds sing the same old song.
no,
you
haven’t
been
down this road
before.
though
the clouds still hide behind the sun.
no,
you
haven’t
been
down this road
before.
because this time,
you’re not alone.
this
ball of wonder
inside
my
chest
grows with every
breath,
lifting
me
closer to
ecstasy.
lets play catch.
faint
whispers
tickle my fingertips.
to the core.
so i let go.
a gentle knowing
comforts my bones.
trust.
delicately fierce,
and burning plaintively,
such awesome power
must needs be
held,
close.
are you ready
to surrender your desire?
are you ready
to release your soul?
are you ready
to burn?
are you ready,
for me?
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