Bear down. Bite in.
Begin.

I can only run as deep as these dams allow me.
I came from a land of beavers. Personal symbolism.
If I didn’t pay attention back then.
I wouldn’t know to go within.
If not for all the where I have been’s.
If not for those versions of me taking their time,
to see themselves more clearly.
We wouldn’t be here. This rendition of You and Me.

… Just look how far we’ve come.

I see. distraction. These dams be damned.
Whisper into the wind, let today be the day.
Show me the way to my freedom, please,
lead me downstream to each of these blockages.
I’m ready to meet them again, face to face.
And wipe them away.

This is the time and the place. Come what may.
Each channel, blocked from flowing and thriving,
any outlet kept from its’ cycle of streaming,
anything depleted and overcompensating,
is Invited to step forward in me.
Come, be seen, and released,
immediately.

Winter is behind me, this, is the forever feast.
Each head of the ravaging beast lifts hungrily,
they all rise in time to be bound with ease.
Set fire to their reins, make it plain to see;

I’m only relaying the message given me.
Show the unshackled love from inside and above,
until it’s but a kitten to anything kind or loving.
Then turn it loose to find anything that helped to create it,
There is no such thing as coincidence or fate.
Just a blueprint unfolding and yielding inside everything created.
We live, we die, we fade into Infinity.