Smart.
Responsible.
Steadfast.

These three are jailer’s cell.
A clanking of keys;
lockstep required. They demand,
silence, and shrink. My destiny
and demise, it seems.
I despise them so.

Of course I cannot go.

 

They say to me: There are rules to be followed and expectations to be met; even more to be exceeded. Who do you think you are to want, let alone do anything different, anything more? And really, what’s wrong with the life that you have? Don’t you see? Smart, responsible, and steadfast is definitely the way to be!

What they don’t know is that I want to be wild and passionate and free. What they don’t understand is that underneath this expected and well-rehearsed demeanor I want to run naked through the woods and scream at the top of my lungs and dance wildly and eat food with my fingers and stay up until dawn doing who knows what. What they don’t know is that I am inhabited by the Goddess herself, that a drum’s boom-boom, boom-boom causes my heart to beat faster, that I can hear what hummingbirds have to say, that I am merely bemused by all the activities that humans deem important but that I know don’t matter a whit. I hold all wisdom. I am completely free of all restraint. And I express passion in everything that I do – from my laughter to my tears, in my waking and sleeping, my walking and sitting, my speaking and writing, my touch, my silence, my gaze. I am electric. High voltage. Magnetizing. My scent lingers long after I’ve glided past you, making you woozy with desire and a familiarity you can’t seem to shake – and don’t want to. Don’t you see? Wise, passionate, and free is what I am, who I am. It’s too late for me to be any less.

 

Wise.
Passionate.
Free.

These three are siren’s song.
A haunting melody;
they seduce. They beckon:
follow our voices, heed your own.
My dream and
desire, it’s certain.

Of course I cannot not go.

Come with me?


 

In cleaning out LOTS of files from my hard drive, I came across what you’ve just read above. I have no memory of when I wrote it or why. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to drag it to the trash icon on my desktop. It wanted to be heard. I do. And that has me wondering what you have hidden away – whether on your computer and/or in your heart – that is longing to be found…and heard, as well.