Russell Wardlow

that which you crawl to
or crawl from
is the power you draw from
for the power I animate
is a divine source
a sense, a summoning, a call
beckoning I awake,
rise and erect!
resurrect and reveal
restore and reclaim
a rebirth and renewal
a re-memberment of parts
whole once more
as potential for ascension
revives my soul
so I may fall…
but Never
will I Ever,
crawl again

and there comes a time
for a voice to be heard
and a ground to be shook
at all cost!
for cost,
is but a mere illusion
of separation.
and fear,
spawn of
possession.
true life
is lived
when truth is
perspective is gained
when identity is found
and power is unlimited
from its primordial source
therefore I say,
let thy heart and mind
align
for now
is such a time!

I envy the frog on the lily pad
so I meditate
hovering the waters
and when drift sets in
my reptilian mind subsides
the frog and I
are at-one-ness the same
peace abides

if the hummingbird
was ever offbeat
would the flower
withhold its treat?