Though His reasons be unbeknownst to us-
the calls we hear (cooed from doves and pigeons alike)
are as palpable and pulpatious as fresh orange juice
as solid and as sweet as cherry pits
and as potent as whiskey.
If you leave reason in mind
Wisdom is free within heart.
Thursday, 29 July 2010
Thursday, 1 July 2010
Lioness without Pride
Last night I fell into a deep sleep
For the first time in weeks,
And I dreamt of a lion cub.
how she ran with unyielding speed
and bounding agility.
Living the uninhibited life of youth/truth
In full play, full swing, and full acceptance
of the sandy planes and shady palms in her world.
Oh- She’d bask in the freedom
Of Mother Nature
Roam and ramble in the love
Of Father God
Indulge in the peace
Of Daughter Moon
And play in the presence
Of the Imperial Sun
However, her freedom was as defenseless as it was wild.
It was so fragile in fact that to call out to her,
Even the whisper of a name,
Rendered her futile and tame.
It destroyed her joyful spirit
Imprisoning this lioness in bars of spectacle and shame.
This cage made secure with insecurities,
is built on foundations of fear (black as soot)
barred by rods of expectation that are
bolted to the walls of ego
and welded to the chains of past/the shackles of future,
She is powerless behind the rusted locks of distrust.
And you and I, we’re looking on-
Daunted by the small structure’s cathedral like presence
We stand hand in hand in desperate wonderment
Of how to save the beautiful beast.
So distraught and so disheartened to see her imprisoned
I’ll cope with repeated defeated sighs
Just to find room to breathe.
So unhappy seeing those
big brown eyes long for their limitless spontaneity,
you’ll quiver beneath your mask of stone
with mere and dear prayers that she will be freed on her own.
As laughter turns to silence,
genuine efforts gradually become prison guards.
stalking her cell,
this Lioness without pride
ponders whether a trees roots
hold deeper than its branches grow
or if fireflies were meant for more than
simply to dazzle eyes.
Awaiting escape she humbly hungers for the unrestrained ambition which once defined her.
For the first time in weeks,
And I dreamt of a lion cub.
how she ran with unyielding speed
and bounding agility.
Living the uninhibited life of youth/truth
In full play, full swing, and full acceptance
of the sandy planes and shady palms in her world.
Oh- She’d bask in the freedom
Of Mother Nature
Roam and ramble in the love
Of Father God
Indulge in the peace
Of Daughter Moon
And play in the presence
Of the Imperial Sun
However, her freedom was as defenseless as it was wild.
It was so fragile in fact that to call out to her,
Even the whisper of a name,
Rendered her futile and tame.
It destroyed her joyful spirit
Imprisoning this lioness in bars of spectacle and shame.
This cage made secure with insecurities,
is built on foundations of fear (black as soot)
barred by rods of expectation that are
bolted to the walls of ego
and welded to the chains of past/the shackles of future,
She is powerless behind the rusted locks of distrust.
And you and I, we’re looking on-
Daunted by the small structure’s cathedral like presence
We stand hand in hand in desperate wonderment
Of how to save the beautiful beast.
So distraught and so disheartened to see her imprisoned
I’ll cope with repeated defeated sighs
Just to find room to breathe.
So unhappy seeing those
big brown eyes long for their limitless spontaneity,
you’ll quiver beneath your mask of stone
with mere and dear prayers that she will be freed on her own.
As laughter turns to silence,
genuine efforts gradually become prison guards.
stalking her cell,
this Lioness without pride
ponders whether a trees roots
hold deeper than its branches grow
or if fireflies were meant for more than
simply to dazzle eyes.
Awaiting escape she humbly hungers for the unrestrained ambition which once defined her.
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