Ode To Life
ode to emotion and desire
blinded by my oceanic dream-like imagination
reborn to myself, in myself
re-birthing my energetic ability to march, dance, and sing
ode to standing up to a new way of living
yes—an ode to myself
to the lion’s roar
my roar
to the heartfelt understanding that life in not over
that life has just begun
and is always re-beginning
ode to the fire inside
to the sound of silence
ode to becoming me
ode to me
ode to the peeling of my soul
to the layers of illusion that are falling away
ode to the soft, gentle nature
that is my core
that is the core of all beings
ode to the council of being
that guide my way
ode to the embers of that internal fire
that burns and dances in the shadows
– of my old self
– of my forgotten and remembered fears
– of my own limitations
ode to the distilling quality of truth
ode to freedom
and to all its wonderful flavors
i have been struck by the knowing
of all potentiality
i have been split into two
and i am no longer chasing that part of myself
that is running rabid in the streets of disillusion
– frothing at the mouth of fear
– the saliva of nothingness dripping from a wretched fragmentation
of contradiction and hypocrisy
ode to reality and the removal of the thick dark blanket of fear
so comforting and suffocating
ode to a new way of living
in which all of the movements
are born in the heart
– rooted in forgiveness and passion
ode to ode itself
that it may arise in the most challenging moments
and flourish into the sunlight of reason
– without too much analysis
ode to love
and to everything that it
embodies
ode to me
2/2012
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