I have learned the language
of love
not by loving
but by being loved,
by being understood,
known as heard,
my inner self has expanded
into a flourishing wondrous bird.
First the phoenix,
decimate my life,
self-destruction,
soot, ash, burn, stir,
potential is rife,
so then I become
a crane of hope,
a sign of quietness,
of wisdom,
breadth, width,
how I’ve learned
to cope.
I reach forth, a feather,
hold it out to be grasped,
the whiteness,
sheer purity of vision,
unspotted,
not besmirched,
unmarked,
stridently,
my wings spread,
here I am
now an eagle with
perceptive eyes,
I am scanning the world
below me,
for I, I have risen,
and further will I rise.
I soar and explore
the dawn, the dusk,
daily vision,
awry is not my intent,
no, not me,
not I,
I understand, wanting more,
not less,
won’t I call for more,
snatch more from Life?
Unknowing of full potential,
but by goodness
I’ll allow myself to explore,
because I need it,
I want it,
to be heard,
let me project my shaky balance,
I am, on this point,
going to be, one day,
be so confidently self-assured.
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