It tastes and feels like love.
It is intertwined with the Divine.
It radiates beauty, peace and joy.
It is good and kind and gentle.
I put it forth before I am sure of its mixture.
But I must put it forth.
Releasing my voice brings peace.
I cannot only inhale,
I must exhale.
I must allow it to fulfill its purpose.
My voice was trapped.
It was not allowed.
It bore such shame.
No more.
I can see it better when I put it forth.
Does it include some old fear?
Is it true?
Some reject it.
Educate me.
Influence my voice, if you can.
I do not want the stagnant, the culturally limited, the prejudiced.
I will consider your views.
I don't want to stay small.
I want to be blown out of the waters.
I want my boundaries to only be limited by the boundaries of love itself.
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