A warrior never gives up hope.
A warrior chooses to forget
What stands in the way of the good,
And never forgets to check with themselves
That their intentions are pure.
A warrior spends a lifetime seeking truth,
And is not easily swayed
By a world of competing voices.
A warrior knows the madness is temporary,
And that sanity is temporary too,
As long as we depend up on others
To define what madness and sanity are.
A warrior never gives up hope.
A warrior can see in the dark,
But is always fighting for the light.
A warrior does not just want to survive,
But for us all to find meaning in survival.
A warrior stays true to the path
No matter how many people
Try to obscure it, divert it, destroy it.
A warrior knows that to give up hope
Is to see a world beyond salvation,
A world that has already died.
A warrior lays down their arms
When it is time to depart,
But uses every last breath
To deepen the experience of life,
And fight for the wounded, the weakened,
For the injustices that abound,
Knowing they are fighting for us all.
And when it seems like every last warrior
Has fallen into the arms of history,
The warriors will appear, and rise
And say, never again, will we succumb
To a world that is not striving.
We all see in the dark.
The future, I would think,
depends on how how soon we forget
our source in protection,
on how consumed we become
by what we find there,
and on the light we work
to cultivate inside of us
to create exquisite contours
where only shadows lived,
to see the dark
as the sculptor of the light,
knowing that as light fades,
so does the dark,
so that we can find our way
to the river of shades
and in betweens,
before night turns to day
but day seeps into the skin
like a brilliant tuft of cloud
winding around the mountain,
and no borders can thrive here,
and the vision is not clear
so we learn a new way to navigate
and in doing so, we breathe
a new world into being.
The certainty of bodies
in communion, never alone,
and we may not understand,
but we may want to ask,
if the one standing,
is only able to do so
because of those standing
nearby, offering strength,
fortitude, warmth and love,
because the journey is long,
and the steps taken
over time, they build,
they gather momentum,
they move like a dance
and find their form
like the greatest structures
designed by our best,
most visionary creative minds.
The work of unison,
which cannot take away
from the power each of us
brings to our chosen community,
with the gifts and powers
we have been granted
for just this reason, for us,
for us all, bestowed upon us
from the power learned,
of receiving, of allowing
ourselves to be enriched,
knowing this comes from
strength, never weakness,
and each one of us honours
the brightness we have cultivated,
as we emit it into our world,
fearlessly, supported by others
doing the exact same thing
that we are. Not one light
can take away from another;
each serves to make our space
more sacred with illumination.
Can you see them at once?
The light: diffuse, golden,
the sun’s gift of a lifetime,
the juice, the vitality,
the possibility of every colour
to play, in all the combinations,
and to stand in the light
is to know of your own potential
to stand, to move in truth,
and your eyes may close,
but light is still there, flickering,
fluttering, reminding, loving you.
The shadow: was it always there,
in those light-filled moments
that had you laughing until dawn,
arms around your best friend,
climbing up the hill
to be closer to the sun?
The day comes
when shadow asks to be seen,
and in your courage,
you will see it. It will see you,
and love you no less,
and it may feel like walking blind,
but this is where you, groping,
find the heart that guides you.
Between light and shadow:
the gorgeous, gigantic space
of your life, infinite, minute,
ablaze with the fire of your aspirations
that can never lead you astray.
Imagine you are nothing but light;
the heavy matter of your body’s
time here has lifted, and gone.
Your stories, which cement you
to yourself, without the bones
and blood, the cells and caves
of your joints that harbour them,
still hover close, as memories do,
but they can no longer prevent you
from altering the course of your life.
Fill yourself in, with the agility
of your mind, the strength of your heart.
Mold yourself softly; you are clay,
capable of any shape and colour.
Find all the sinuous shapes that stun
your senses and let you breathe.
Fill every part of you with the seeds
of your desired tomorrows.
See everything. Know your options.
Let the words you read be the ones
that fly on the wings of angels
so they can roam into every lit place,
inside you, and light the places of darkness.
Choose sounds that makes you sing
and people who raise you to rapture,
and filter, always, for your own happiness.
Make friends with every feeling,
so you know which ones to feed,
and which to send on their journey home.
Allow yourself to be that precise,
illuminated moment in time and space
that shines alone, but never alone,
and makes the light that lights the world.