Somewhere behind the walls of our own making, we sit…sometimes…
waiting as we do, for life to present to us the answer…
half remembering that everything worth finding must be sought with the entire being…
with the whole heart…feeling our way into the blackness of life…
wandering into…and out off…
unafraid to confront the paradoxes, and contradictions….
BUT you will not choose the leisure of complacent apathy…
A life without legacy….waking with only the breath exhaling
from your upper chest…never deeply inhaling…never truly loving, never knowing the secrets that lay just below giving instead of receiving …
for you are moving, and twisting in the cycle of the hyper wheel…and twirling around like the dervish…trying to connect to the sky…
trying to understand the why…
trying to understand the gapping silence…
daring to enter the kings presence without being summoned….or to be king.
For to simply exist…is no longer an option for you…your soul has been lit, and you will not be put out…
Written by Veron Graham
Topics: Blog, Prose Poetry