Carefree runner of the wilderness,
Heed my voice, and see me through the fog!
Remember when you ran with reckless abandon,
When you bathed in the mud just to get one moment with a rose,
And how you were mesmerized by eternity.
Remember when you fell?
How the blood trickled from your wounds,
Painting the whitened sands on which you fell,
Darkening the turquoise waters in which you bathed,
The crimson flow forever staining the clouds on which you gaze.
Return to the days of old, to the sanctuary of childhood,
When you ran carefree through the forest,
Making fun of shadows cast by the wisest trees,
When you dared not trample the seedlings and their birthright,
And instead choose to call this place “home”.
Carefree owner of simplicity,
Can you remember when you heard me at daybreak?
You called me “joy”, and I did not seek to argue,
You called me “love”, and I found your ecstasy paradise,
Now, you cannot utter my name through the noise in your mind.
How do you silence the chorus of your own construction?
Life’s daring marvel of divinity soured places where you nectar flows,
Choose to seek the devil in your own pungency,
And a heaven in the remnants of rotting fruit,
For the tree discards all it cannot sustain.
How can you swim with the burden you have placed upon your chest?
Heartfelt anguish in the quickening,
As you sink beyond where the Sun can touch you,
Where the silence because Death incarnate,
As the eyes become absorbed in the fields of darkness where you are.
Know that I am the surface,
Come let the air fill your lungs and the light bathe your naked breast.
Feel my hand snatch you from the echoes of that night,
Caress you into a river of your own,
As we tear the shackles now tied tightly to your soul.
For once we are awakened to the truth,
The chains we wear we have freely placed upon ourselves,
We sink or swim to the pleasure of our minds,
Gone is the testament of our childness, our wondrous curiosity,
Replaced with the burdens we shroud ourselves within.
Silenced once I will return again someday,
Maybe you will hear me singing in the bubbling of a stream
Or in the story a songbird writes upon a dying tree.
Perhaps you will feel my touch as a tear draws lines upon your skin,
And remember how I loved you so.
Then, I pray, you will stand,
And see the abyss where you are drowning,
Was only waist deep.
I will smile as you walk to the nearby shore,
And kiss the earth that was always waiting for your lips.
Love yourself as I have loved you so,
And then your neighbor, your friend, your enemy as well.
You are all of these things and more to me,
My love, I breathe your name in this holy truth,
Be still, and know me that my name belongs to you.