I thought my aspiration was a distant country
so far flung; that it was almost a never-never land
That there were so many boundaries and walls between,
that I was bound to be incarcerated somewhere as
a trespasser. And should I spend my waning years
imprisoned and despairing that there are no destinations
to reach; to embrace the birds of love, in nests that brought
me profusion? But to live famished eating the dust of deserts.
How can I imagine that dreams are verdant, when I would
be cordoned off from the oasis, even if my mind floated beyond
the stars in its earthly navigation? Could I change the colour
of my hair, and make it look as lucent as air. If I were to acquire
its freedom to be, in any place that it should aspire to be!
I know I am fleet-footed and spritely, but I also wear heavy chains
And after all these years of being transfixed to a solitude; would I ever
engage the exercise of discovery. My soul tells me love is never brief.
You can see sometimes, your soulmate just falls into your life
in a thunderstorm, that is a blessing. Would I have realised then,
that the most profound light was with me? All through!
Even its distance a nearness. Even the walls being a stairway.
And should I place my fingers on the flame, the flame of that burning fire,
And say: It was the fire I wanted, but it came with all the water.
And how could I even gasp for air! That I just decided I had to move on!
Because I never wanted all that water! And I certainly don’t want the compromise
with the most evil invasive wishmaster!
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