BECOMING
Listen, heart
Listen close-listen
To the melancholy
Melody of your own voice
I am weary from my own dreaming
I am tired of waiting
So this time I'm leaping
I reach beyond myself to see
What I find beyond my mind
There is no time
In this place beyond my sight
My
knows what is not yet seen
I'm witnessing my own becoming
Lash myself to the mantle of my desire-I will
Turn from it's temptations
But the wanting takes me higher
I am hurting
I am not yet born
I am the mother and the father
Of what is not yet known
Darkness surrounds me
I scratch, I struggle, I breathe
That's when suddenly
Everything fades and falls away
Because the chains that once held us...
Are only the chains we've made.