More Subtle

Give your gift,                                                               
live your dream,
be the one you can be…
Ha!
Fuck those half truths 
and badly painted t-shirt slogans.
Ignore the mists 
that hang thick around the sun.
You are more subtle than that,
more courageous 
more beautiful.
Listen.
Go gently and listen.
There is the sound of breath hissing soft
through the meadows of your chest
making sweet music with the great free fields of grass therein.
It is here you run,
strong feet on the cool earth
eyes bright with the light,
every sinew burning with life.
You are running with your fear
with your sadness,
with never being enough,
with never becoming
all that you thought you would become.
You are running with your love
and your longing,
with your faith,
The child in you is so alive with wonder.
Each step is perfect... 
heartache, pain, loneliness
joy, hope, truth
rising like prairie dust 
to bless your feet as you pass.
Running through flowers
running with the darting swallows
running with the deer and the fox.
Running with your god.

Dream a good dream with this life
paint the kindest picture you can
with the colours you have,
relax your sweet face a little more
for your life is the flower that you seek to open
and there is nothing to be done.
Make the slightest turn towards the light
and Love will do the rest,
the flower will bloom,
the bees will come, 
and when the story of your life is read
it will not matter if you play beggar or king,
for all the words of the world
could not speak a single line
of the exquisite holy poem that you are.