Into The Face Of The Wind
A poem
A poem
Tell me, what else should you do?
Curl up in a ball and deny your hungers?
Beat yourself with brambles until you bleed?
No, no, that is not the way.
You must spread your wings, embrace the wild,
give in to the yearnings of your heart.
Let your passions take flight, soar freely
on the thermals of your authentic self.
The birds, they do not question their nature,
nor fret over whether they are “good” enough.
They simply answer the call of their souls,
gliding gracefully across the open sky.
So take your cue from their example.
Stop berating yourself, stop holding back.
Surrender to the rhythms of your body, your being,
for in that surrender, you will find your freedom.
This is your permission slip, your absolution.
You do not need to earn the right to be you.
Just open yourself, let the soft animal emerge,
and love, love all that you were made to love.
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