SOC Writing _ 17 September 2020

A Free Man

Come stand here with me and look over this cliff. It is yours to jump, don’t think, just believe you will be ok and jump - I am you muse and I’m telling you to jump. Like a bird you have the same DNA. Believe and move in the air that is made for you – the braid tied just in the way for you – Gordian Knot – this is not – this is faith in yourself – this is becoming you – what you’ve dreamt about – coming home to loving beautiful, and wonderful, you. Remember how your friends had that in their eyes – we are playing together – the love when Nick wanted to be with you – his joy at you – your togetherness - the innocence, freedom and fun of the long afternoons of youth – lost in the oblivion of presence and being held in friendship. These days are returning – like a king lost from his kingdom, like the prodigal son back to his father - your friends are returning, and in their hands are gifts of gold and mugs of mead – flowers of crimson and wooden bowels – hand made. The potter has broken her wheel and you must fix it – must bend yourself to another will – the arc of the universe that is begging, pleading for your return – to find your joy in giving….you. Just being you – exquisite you – a joy to behold. Your travels, your travail – returning to where you first began as if for the first time – this is what is happening – all new – but much bolder and stronger – the pain and the pleasure. Life has a way of weaving your fears into your dreams – that which you discard has been picked up by an old friend and fashioned into something beautiful and unique to you – the tapestry, montage of your one precious life – so far spent in good measure, so far lost and lonely in the plains of never never land – but it is not lost, nothing has been wasted - look here to your boys – in them you see you own self arising again – putting on the personhood of your true self before the world made you serious and took away your joy – oh, become home to yourself and share it with all.  Your tree of life has been unshielded by the burning angels - the path to your verdant circle is once more plain in sight.