October 1, 2017
So not to disturb you I set my blaze In a clearing Several yards from your house
From your home From your morning routine It burns hot on the horizon You can see it from Your kitchen window
Your morning coffee Your evening beer Your rooftop fiesta might be inconvenienced by its light
But I don't care for your opinion I set this field ablaze because I want to dance Because I want to sing Because the moon called to me To chant to the breeze And thank Goddess, birds, and bees For the earth And this life And this blaze
Can you see? This rebellion burns And you’ll be consumed if not set free
or you’ll fizzle out and freeze
I wrote this poem in a notebook that since the day I wrote this poem has been used to keep random notes concerning my spiritual journey. My journey to reclaiming my intuitive powers. My truth and purpose on this planet. I can’t remember what inspired this poem. Reflecting on it now, it sounds like a declaration of independence....from old ways and old judgments; old relationships and old chains. Chains no longer welcome on my ankles. What a premonition to have knowing every evolution I’ve undergone this year. What a proclamation.
