Like a pilgrim on a path
a hermit in the mountains
I sat beside the tree and listened to the rivers,
I walked across the plains
then hiked over hills until
I saw my truth resting on a boulder
I set it free openly
releasing all my untold stories,
looking-in upon myself
reaching out to heal my way
finding voice to truly say
I forgive you,
I forgive myself.
Repression never heals a life
nor does, keeping peace by covering lies.
If you want to hear sweet birds
whistling in the grasses,
let your truth sing a melody
let all around bring their voice
let harmony sound so hearts rejoice,
let peace reach deep into the night
where fireflies fill the skies.
Ask yourself "Can I do more?"
to heal the future, to swim to shore,
to float on waves and share with all
a heart which is willing to
transform old past,
holding high the inner light
of a mystical lamp in a long dark night.
This is a re-post of a poem I wrote
on Christmas Eve, December 24, 2016
