Every Day Worthy of the Risk
Love-based guiding light
These steps pure as morning daisies,
loves kiss upon directional pulling thought
the action-based reality, transforming organically
effortlessly, continuous poet in motion.
Not their cup of tea — for one, maybe three
what is right, wronged by another’s belief
shaming, punishment by death — perpetual tickle
banished to an island — not even an option.
Years passing toadstools begging for a glance
two left feet furthermore not even a chance
hands and knees beseeching just one dance
finally giving up — they come around too late.
Little one’s pitter-patter across the floor
divide and conquer beginning course
self-sacrifice, death-do-us-part — of a bigger whole
one day meet again under the sycamore tree.
Off they run, flying away, emptiness’ saturation point
filling this heart of mine with warmth returning near
collective-sacrifice, born-again amidst the stars
there we are, fleeting debate — union formed once more.
Two hearts beating — carrying slightly variant
yet similar in tune, risk-takers, and rump-shakers
worldly-sacrifice, analogous in daily expressions
one is requesting time of the other, dropping everything — lovely.
~ Ani Po
I sat with this prompt, allowing the dance to commence. So many sacrifices made in the name of love, failing or not, it was as it was supposed to be. Not all morning daisies, especially when the children arrived.
Yet, we share a common dance, self-sacrifice, collective-tune, occasional stepping of the toes. Beaten pillows, cursing my name, witnessing her death blindly without her knowing.
There have been risks, cliff-hangers quite literally, answering her phone call as if it was the last. Again, quite literally, actually repeating that phrase, is it poetic, twas meant to be placed quite literally, a thousand examples of risking the death of a heartbeat shared collectively.
My apologies for the prose and poetic continuation, meant to be a seriousness of descriptor and possible decoder ring as Marcus would say, uncertain if it was a deliberate malfunction, failing to turn off the dance, or merely a deliberate act of taking a risk, knowing I might fail regarding matters of love.
I chose the Tapir photo deliberately, symbolizing having to choose between false-self and being true to self, no matter the outcome or fate, whilst remaining highly inventive, innovative, and taking necessary chances.
Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and more importantly the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.