Observing the Waves of the Mind

OBSERVING THE WAVES OF THE MIND

In my mind,
I started a war
with armor so subtle
that a light breeze of wind
and a spark of golden sun
melts it all, converts it all.

I had a child’s dream,
that made me see
with the eyes of an adult:
open to the vision
of the breadth of my small world.

I grew indifferent to myself,
seeing the sigh that follows fear
and the false sense of not feeling
whole.

I am small but not defenseless.
I walk alone, yet follow the breath
caught in every wall,
crushing its own desire
like one who bleeds the brow
and forgets that death is a kiss.

I spoke into the ears of those who hear me:
keep me by your side,
until the candle goes out;
but feel the fire
burning within,
consuming its own element.

For I asked the gods for permission
to walk in a world of giants,
like an ant
aware of its strength
and the weight it bears upon its shoulders.

I touch the earth as one who listens,
but I soar like one who dreams in freefall,
suspended between who I was and who I am,
an echo that radiates pure Love.

Freeing myself from chains,
existing without blind ambition.
For foolish is the one who feels so little,
and admirable is the one
who feels for all alike.