Unbound

Do not comfort me with your beliefs
Your self made prisons will never hold me
My wings were never made to be tied
If I can unbind you with my Love
I will surely try, and perhaps
We will fly free together – otherwise
I have gotten very good at goodbyes

angel bird

Hot Poker

I was jabbed as though by a hot poker
It sent my spirit flying so high up and
Left as though a corpse my body below
In a haze and daze I could not come down
All the while the world went on around my flesh
One percent of me present mostly unaware
I was led about by those around me
As though a dog muzzled and leashed
But up above in the cloud where I was
An unchanging was being done
That coffin a cocoon – death and rebirth
All worldly notions I had collected were as a mush in my mind
Like a hot soup they churned and spun and meshed
Each bit being unrecognizable from the next
Until it was all poured out – returning to its source
The earth below – into the heads of anyone who’d given it to me
And I watched intently at this happening – how happy they were to receive
The re-manifestations of what they had believed
Enlightened confirmation – it was as though
They be charmed by their very own manacles
Then I slowly descended on forgotten wings
Back upon a weakened pallored frame
Unclipped my leash – though grateful I be for the lead
And stepped back into my life as though reborn
Now the only question remained
“What do you want, Childe?”
Without the illusions of others muddying my vision
I can see again into that vast no-thing – My Being
Knowing now what I want – what I always wanted
To Love, To Flow, To Give, To Be
And I keep a white hot poker in my pocket – just in case.