I surrender. Open the golden gates.
I fall back and trust. Open the depths.
Protect me while I scale the brass walls meant to house me.
Thank you for the wings you offered me for soaring.
Thank you for the eagles that circled above me.
Thank you for the sunshine and the grass under my feet.
Thank you for the mysteries exposing deep truths to me.
Thank you for grafting me to deep roots full of eternal youth.
How beautiful. This place is beautiful. How beautiful Life is to me.
I see. I see clearly. The yellow butterflies found me.
Suddenly I am remembering a poem you wrote with me.
Yellow butterflies in October. a birthday present I asked from You.
And now, here they are to remind me “To fly high baby girl.”
Like the red balloon You sent me when I was feeling defeated.
Walking through a valley of ashes and burnt trees.
And I can’t help but see a reflection of my own family.
A red shimmer through the pitch dark remnance.
Boots on the ground. I’ve found not to question things.
Anything drawing through dance and curiosity, is okay by me.
This had me doing both. A moment of bliss amid everything being amiss.
I run up the hill breathing hard but I heard you. I stoop.
I left this here for you… see how everything is burnt?
And this… unperturbed, and if that isn’t intimately catered enough for you.
I wrote the note in perminant ink so you’d feel it personally. Don’t you see?
I know you better than you think…
See? I heard you too… I always do, I receive the truth,
until I’m inundated with proof of life coexisting in me.
This idea fuses the duality into unity so I’m…
so… in love with what’s become of me.
So I surrender, in the end, I would do it all again.
The jagged way, the hell to pay, all to say,
Life is a friend to me. Makes it worth the pound of flesh it cost me.