Interdependance – For Jaden
Center me enough to tell the story with openness and compassion
And enough gentle truth for an angel to hear
Without losing its ability to take flight.
I am not an angel
I have never been an angel
And because I have never been an angel
I have been free
But freedom is costly
And pricey
And weighty
And one thing I’ve noticed;
Freedom is often painful.
The body is the garden of the soul.
Now first let me say
I may indeed have a flurry of bats in my belfry
I may be a loon.
The idea has occurred to me repeatedly
But logic undoes the convenient excuse.
My science and majick tells
My head that my soul is true
And my heart is right
“Keep going.” It says.
The true path needs telling
And its inside you
As it is…So be it.
Not far from the loon route is the story crafter.
I think I take the stuff inside me and shape words around the crazy experiences so they make a little more sense.
People seem to like my stories, mo matter how much, or how little of the truth is in them..
My stories offer me some sewing into the loosely woven tapestry of this reality.
The story crafter doesn’t freak people out too much, so long as I keep most of the graphic detail to myself…
And I think she helps people wake up,
Just a little from their stupor.
But its hard to be that delicate on a consistent basis
It’s tiring.
The approach I am most familiar with is the 2×4 upside the head.
Live or die…but indifference and intolerance is not acceptable.
Some writer claim writer’s block stops their flow,
But I’ve never, ever experienced that.
The ideas spill forth and need to be claimed in art, words, lyrics and poetry draping the ideas into shape.
My curse is that I have so little time to drape the ideas with what they need.
And so the potential of those pass onto others,
Or burn out into negation.
Null and Void.
But I’m trying not to be.
This life has been hard…
But I don’t think that it counts if it’s easy.
Although this life has been hard, I can tell it does count.
I am making progress.
The spirit will move you if you allow it.
At times it will take you.
It is hard. But it is always for a reason.
We are true mortal vessels for a Divine spirit we cannot define
But only vaguely perceive.
But still it fills us.
Only a firm affirmation can cauterize us against it.
Please don’t do that.
It’s lonely.
Always allow yourself to remain open.
Be a hollow bone to be strengthened and fortified by your openness to the spirit.
Painful progress
Longing for what we have left behind
And dreaming of what lies beyond.
Interdependence
I need you all to allow me not to be silent.
Allow me to show the secret brilliance I have hid inside
For so long with my self-doubt.
My own disbelief in my gift has harnessed me to my own prison with the miricle of your conception, pregnancy and birth
I made a promise that I would no longer keep that wacky vision a secret.
That I would share what it is safe to share with others
Even if it declares me a nut job
And terrifies people.
Most people need to face some of their fears.
REPLY))
Very beautiful. I still think you ought to write songs and let me play them. You bear pain well. Remember that when the loon calls, she often gets a response from the other loons. And loons mate for life. Bats don’t, but they survive cooperatively. I think I’m a loon. I think you’re a bat. Bless Jaden and bless you.