To accept your calling,
a delicate decision
of the most
difficult
in nature

your soul has no voice,
it cannot speak
only delicate nudges
towards something
more

an intuition of a thousand
languages,
though her guidance
is seldom  
sought

find this elegance,
this draw towards
death,
face the pit
and the fears
within it

take the sword,
my dear son
the weapon
of your
purpose

step into the unknown,
and trust the silent
whispers
go farther,
and fear not

enlighten,
enliven,
awaken

rise, and rise again
listen to her call,
her delicate
yet all powerful
force

trust and accept,
your destiny,
all that you are

meet your potential
and listen not
to the world
and even if you fall,
you will know that  
-in the end-
you gave it your all