Eons ago, when the stars
where just learning
their place in the sky
A whisper was sent out
crossing over the centuries
I heard it through your eyes
telling me to open mine
and allow those blue swirls
to color paintings in my life

a great effort
must come at the strong will of mind
carry the burden of one’s pain,
must take the leap to lead
the thought
to fill
the sorrow
of shaping one’s head, throat,
heart and gut.
and becoming true to self
must come to learn
of letting go,
of detaching drama
worn about life’s tragic death.
how will you survive?
if there’s no change,
if there’s no willingness to embrace,
forgiveness that is hard to accept and own.
Although you’re trying to untie
the knots of being in caged,
your words that only deteriorate
you by your own illusion mind
and thus;
delivery state of confusion.