A word that can have many prongs
and yet a space to sing my song
and whilst the notes fall out of key
within discord find harmony
the space within which freedom be
and swimming here
from note to note
the moments came
when I could float
but come the time to sit and think
to tread within the poison ink
and try to break the weighted link
from drinking waves i
start
to
sink
but struggle on I must to thrive
when all I want to do is dive
resisting, pushing, felt contrived
but somehow through it I survived
and did indeed move on to thrive
to sing my Self awake, alive…
for whilst persisting in resisting
(and in spite of all insisting)
I began to discover my eternal lover
coming back to the irrefutable fact
that only Being
is perfectly freeing.