The Song

One never knows her beginning. She catches glimpses of other ways, other lives, other existences, but she never truly knows her Alpha state. Oneness. Yet the glimpses are so expertly dispersed and Divinely guided, that they do enough to propel the weary, wary traveler. Dare she believe she mapped out her own journey? Dare she believe she is the way?

The world tells her no. The world tells her she is not the orchestrator of her path. The world tells her she is not the way.

What does she tell the world?

Does she dare speak when she hasn't the answers? Does she dare lead when she doesn't know the destination? Does she dare share her dreams when she is unable to explain their roots?

Gnash, Groan, Tear, Rip, Roar, Bite, Beat.

She is not as docile as she appears.

If she sinks her teeth into her existence, what is truly at risk? Is it dangerous to be full of fear? The feeling of fear isn't dangerous in and of itself. Perhaps fear is the key that will unlock the door to her Alpha state. Perhaps she has been diverted from her path by a clever and convoluted trick of man to avoid fear at all costs. Perhaps, her seeking comfort is the Smoke and Mirror of human life. Dare she be uncomfortable? Dare she go the way of Her?

She teeters at the edge of her cage, tentatively beating her wings in rhythm with her heart, and she peeps a note of her song. Dare she begin to sing a song one note at time? Can she trust that the next note will flow sweetly, and the one after that, and the one after that.

please sing, little bird
please sing.
i yearn for your song
i would help you if i could,
but i am paralyzed and unsure
i know something that i cannot remember
i feel something that i cannot name
i have hope i have hope i have hope
exit and exist
believe, i beg you. believe.
trust that there is more
trust your song will be sung
you are almost there, little bird
would i be a gust of wind to bolster you
would i be a smasher of cages and chains
would i be the singer of the song of salvation

i worry no more of my captors
i worry no more of the blame
i worry no more of the reason
i worry no more of the game

i love the one who warbles
i send comfort to the one who sheds tears
i embrace the wearer of chains
i understand the seduction of fears

i peck at the need for understanding
i persist in the belief i am free
i seek no other than the One
the One I only and ever could Be.