Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Becoming


Listen, heart
Listen close, listen
To the melancholy
Melody of your own voice

I am weary
Of my own dreaming
I am tired of waiting
So this time, I'm leaping

I reach beyond myself to see
What I find, beyond my mind, there is no time
In this place beyond my sight
My heart knows what is not yet seen
I'm witnessing my own becoming

Lash myself to the
Mantle of my desire I will
Turn from its temptations
But the wanting takes me higher

I am hurting
Oh, I am not yet born
I am the mother and the father
Of what is not yet known

I reach beyond myself to see
What I find, beyond my mind, there is no time
In this place beyond my sight
My heart knows what is not yet seen
I'm witnessing my own becoming

Darkness surrounds me
I scratch, I struggle, I breathe

I reach beyond myself to see
What I find, beyond my mind, there is no time
In this place beyond my sight
My heart knows what is not yet seen
I'm witnessing my own becoming

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