CXXX(130) The Year that…

Once upon a time there was a bombed out year.

Things would never be the same was the one thing clear.

We’ve arrived in uncharted territory,

Things are foggy around here.

Will we slide way back down,

Or break through the cloud of fear?

Did you forget who you really are, little bird?

Said a little voice inside, I’d long denied, but finally heard.

We used to fly, but now we’re scared of falling,

But pursuing the calling is the only real safe path,

Seeking refuge with those who want to own you,

Will land you safely in a gilded cage.

Why do you keep going back,

Every time you break free?

Break through.

The plateau isn’t the refuge.

It’s okay to rest.

Rest is necessary.

Purposeful action is what you were made to do.

Be like water,

Then the shackles can’t hold you.