a step to Freedom

Hell
The death of the Will to Yell
Heaven
The birth of the Will to Love

 

Scraping feet

Scarred with burns
A gift from the desert
When my shoes wore thin
                From grinding against sands of the past

The Owl lives

In the fruitful land, just there within my sight, a land named Possibility
It waits beyond this border
This cage

It inched slowly away night by night

To forests lush with Life
Until I could no longer hear its wings
                My comfort
                Once upon a time

It left me here in contemplation

Fear
Loneliness
Here at the threshold where Eros crossed
So many moons ago
So many lives since

Here at this fine line where death greets Freedom

Starvation battles Bliss
I stand naked from lack of care
                And the wind’s cruel love

With feet swollen

Sore

I take a step
Then two
Then three
                Then more

The moist Earth soothes all that has burned me

                All that has torn away
                At the Warrior I am
                The Mystic - now found
                The Heartist - come alive

There

Yes, there in the distance
                You stand
                Holding open a dark cloak the length of you

When I arrive

                Your eyes penetrate
                I turn mine to the ground
                                Notice your feet bound in leather
                                Your legs, smooth, powerful and strong
                                          You are a Warrior too
                Am I unworthy of your stare?
                                Unworthy of your Care?

Perhaps

Yet You move

With grace

To wrap me tenderly
                 Smile

This land is new to me

                Your face...a quiet promise of Trust

                I will follow

                              

I remain,

Lesley

Hallelujah Heartist