What is this strange power
Over infinite soul,
Strangling expression,
Fingers silently throttling Wildness
Like an assassin in the night?
When its cold fingers
Wrap around your throat
Suppressing voice & rebellion
Call in the light of your wild divinity!
Sure, you may still die
Who knows?
But at least for a glorious moment or three
You’ll be purged of darkness.
You will become the light
And fly above the ranks of
The living dead
Caged in the cocoon
of personhood and expectation
And even if that flash of radiance
Is as fleeting as
A shooting star bursting
Across the galaxy
Blowing life force recklessly
In a iridescent streak
Of cosmic stardust…
Be the light
Even for that
Paper thin moment of time
Between exhale and inhale
This is the sacred invitation from fear.
This is the threshold
we incarnated to cross
Again & again
Until there is no longer a threshold
And there is only light.
