Accepting my humanity, my obligations, and responsibilities,
I find resistance.
I am wild.
Hair blowing in the wild winds on the edge of the cliff.
Practicing non-attachment, observing my own obsessions.
Let’s just make the art, you and me. Here. Now. Always.
I didn’t start out on this path to make other people feel comfortable.
I don’t give a fuck about your comfort, I care about TRUTH. I care about the message.
Emerging from years of monotony, of habit.
This is hard, oh, it hurts. This is nuts.
But I am committed.
Give the best you got, I’m waiting, I’m watching.
Scream it out into the night, and watch it take form.
I will challenge myself and be utterly successful, the phoenix, embody the myth.
It’s ok not to understand it all quite yet, just remember why you signed up.
Shed this skin.
Leaves falling, cold, crisp, hopeful wind, fantasies.
A liminal time.
Heart bursting at the seams.
Brilliant, shining, blinding light. The pink flowers bursting into bloom again.
The balance is so beautiful, so beautiful it hurts.
Feel that primal power.
Oh, the medicine.
Some won’t be able to keep up on your path. Keep going.
Don’t you dare slow down.
If you just wait for a second, the storm, the turmoil, the PAIN will pass, it will settle.
Don’t you feel it? The peace between the breaths?
Recharge your heart.
We are ready. We’ve been ready.
Rise.
Fill your own cup.

2 Comments

  1. MrLocke February 19, 2016 at 5:43 pm

    Found this both beautiful and powerful. Thank you.

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