voice.

what is this tangle in my gut?

my voice. my words.

why regret a moment of this?

why fear?

so, remain still and allow the twisting and turning.

Watch with wonder the way you become your own illusion.

it is like wind.

or clouds.

nothing stays the same.

your thoughts. your words. your beliefs or ideas.

there is no stone that makes this permanent.

trust yourself.

one word at first.

trust it enough to bear its own weight;

to walk and meet the open field or dark wood.

reclaim the song

that lies still and lifeless, still

smoking with hope.

breathe it back to being

and blaze.

no thought or speech defines or designs us.

we are animals in motion.

a true heart, sincere and brave, is

all.

it is all.