No more than a dream. A carrot dangling.
Don’t you think I hear the fear talking beneath?
I don’t blame you for thinking the things that you do,
but they aren’t useful to me or you. Dungeons and drudgeries.
All the fickle shades of grey, not the shade for me,
I’ll take mine standing sky-high in greenery, say it heartfully.
I’ve heard it all before… I’ve broken mirrors over funeral scores.
Then walked over the pieces left of me, finally deciding
to release each to be what it was made to be.
While burying a thousand coded sequences. Deletion from my existence.
Set free to remold according to the plan in me.
Prosperity and peace, ways of living, living currency
And so I lay to rest with dignity all past versions, ready to become a signature in my key,
resonating in harmony, adding value to my way of being,
and mutually feeding and building with each experience I move through.
Mastery, valuing every ounce of experience. Strength training, earning my name.
Walking softly through other people’s journeys, at least trying…
Facing my fears, because talk is cheap. Facing them silently,
and then exposing them in writing for all to see.
Accountability, such a blessing, keeps me in check.
So I can go back and see the blessing was an answer to a heartfelt plea.
And all the love notes tossed between since, breadcrumbs leading to a feast.
Keeping me lost in timeless space, world-building,
until it’s only U that I see mirrored from the sky above me,
and the paradise unfolding at my feet, dance me over the doorway.