lately i’m mostly instigating
for a brave new world.
time to review the original draft;
the loss of magic and mystery
for reason and rational thinking,
work replacing purpose.
why not reclaim our human legacy
born for a purpose
live from that purpose
give from that purpose
and most importantly
strive to create a world from that purpose
there are no accidents
only destiny.
that comes to me
or
that i seek;
that is my belief,
my myth, my story.
i’ve had enough of a life
tedious as a10,000 piece puzzle
i’d much rather fill my hands with clay
shape a world
with kinesthetic know how.
take a photograph
and magnify the details.
prepare a meal
that i can swallow;
that satisfies my soul
as well as my digestion.
sing a lullaby that soothes me to sleep
instead of distressing my spirit.
move to rhythms that remind me
of ocean waves, wind,
light, sound.
giving form to what i want to believe in
that reminds me
through my senses
to give, receive
and believe that i/we
are entitled to live fully.
a dream, perchance a memory;
golden, in the glow of her orb
she holds me in her arms,
her gaze filled with love and tenderness
whispering in my ear;
you have a purpose
you have a purpose
and i, newborn infant
reaching towards her face;
her smile of love,
moving my soul to action;
ready to try again,
to rise again,
i don’t have to be fearful
or broken hearted anymore.
her gaze filled with reassurance
my body feeling charged
with purpose.
when messages come
from the healing ones;
when magic and mystery arise
i just want to open up
ready to brave a new world
reclaim my legacy
that i was born for a purpose
live from that purpose
give from that purpose
and most importantly
remember that purpose.