A Series of Self: Kendra, pt. V


The motion of joy is the choreographer of my soul.
Once open to arriving,

I had no need to visualize a door.
For, like the butter,

I could not believe 

that I was the Homeowner 

and also, the Key. 
Oh! How foolish it would be!

To be matter of fact!

To be like a deck of cards,

and keep my choices down to a neat, even stack!
I would rather an art of attention,

than an art made for stakes–

To pile them up, 

and buy a way to escape. 
I need not a thing.

Therefore, I accept,

all that I am,

and all I attract.
Daily are reminders

sent to me,

by Messenger Birds, 

who sing of the Trees.
I see the way 

is to untether my soul,

and feather my wings 

with the dawn light of gold.
Nestled like light

in the valleys of prosperity, 

I set forth the gift of MagicK,

and cyclically receive. 
I offer my voice,

from the Knowledge I hold–

We discuss the course of action

is to let the Be of Now unfold. 
I offer a dance

to the spirit of me.

I waltz with the waking, 

and jive with the free. 
Igniting every Moment,

and moving like a scene,

the power of intention 

is the Head we feed.
I prance to the beat

of the sound I Believe;

I humm and return 

the chant, as I sing!
I wail on the chords,

echoing My Heart 

in Harmony, as I create 

my own ethos 

and walk the path 

of Lady Liberty! 
The essence of life

is born within the entity

that assumes no barrier 

between Now and eternity.

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