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. 

Jiro Taylor

Author Jiro Taylor

I'm a mystic, artist and founder of Flowstate. My jam is connecting with the source of life and joining its flow.

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