MOREI will me a child again
Back before the words "You can't"
Can't fly, can't dreams create, can't magic make
Whoever told me so?
Another parroting the same said words
The first to spill these words? A sage?
There never was one master great who said, "You can't"
I cannot "see" or touch the atom of a rose
Yet it's there in sweetness and velvet touch
I cannot "see" the giant moon string pull on the sea
Yet tides I watch crash in and out
I cannot "see" the distance cross the universe
Yet the stars do stretch to no clear wall
There is more than eyes and ears and nose and hands can know
I cannot "see" my feet lift off hard earth
Yet I feel me fly and soar straight out
I cannot "see" the passage out through space
Yet I sense and know the course to take
To farthest stars of brilliance bright
My mind feels me there where I wish to go
My mind is master of imagining
Only rigid chains of thought
Bind your feet to soil and rock
Only iron-solid suit of reason
Locks your mind to this small globe
Prayer Girl
Back before the words "You can't"
Can't fly, can't dreams create, can't magic make
Whoever told me so?
Another parroting the same said words
The first to spill these words? A sage?
There never was one master great who said, "You can't"
I cannot "see" or touch the atom of a rose
Yet it's there in sweetness and velvet touch
I cannot "see" the giant moon string pull on the sea
Yet tides I watch crash in and out
I cannot "see" the distance cross the universe
Yet the stars do stretch to no clear wall
There is more than eyes and ears and nose and hands can know
I cannot "see" my feet lift off hard earth
Yet I feel me fly and soar straight out
I cannot "see" the passage out through space
Yet I sense and know the course to take
To farthest stars of brilliance bright
My mind feels me there where I wish to go
My mind is master of imagining
Only rigid chains of thought
Bind your feet to soil and rock
Only iron-solid suit of reason
Locks your mind to this small globe
Prayer Girl
3 comments:
Another though provoking post!
"rigid chains of thought"
The power of those 12 steps to break those chains. To allow me to see the world in a whole new way.
Lots of grist for the mill in your poem. Thank you for sharing it.
Well, PG, I MUST say--that post sure beats a memorial poem about friends' suicides. Beautiful. Thanks!
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