to put down the book, the reins, and your tea.
Just rest your head on the pillow behind you.
Don’t bother with words, we’ll be right here beside you;
feeding you grapes, like a fancy, entitled,
fanning your face with the breeze. Unbridled,
you ride like the wind, going round in your circles.
Springing to life from pages of journals;
She doesn’t take notes, criticize, or keep files.
She’s holding the space with her glowing, wry smile.
She’s come just for you, to uphold and support,
as you wander in blindness so far from court.
Let her in, let her fly, let her burn through your senses,
setting on fire your wobbly fences.
She’ll hoist up your hopes, gently shove you on stage,
while she gathers your feathers, your incense and sage.
This is it, this is everything, caught in your wings.
Drop all your anchors, you won’t need these things.
Trust her, she’ll guide you away from the fear,
to Love. Don’t worry, it’ll all become clear.
Marvel the view from in here, looking out,
vowing to never again leave without
first letting go of the terrible knot
in your heart, from the wound you never forgot.
Fly high! You’re free, the lights blazing by,
drawing your tapestry, gold in the sky.
There’s nothing to cling to, the cord snaps in two.
And just like that, there’s no more to do.
