SWUNG, SWANG & SWING

SWUNG, SWANG & SWING

Am I worthy of liberation?

What is holding me back?

What remains of doubt?

Gets me back on track?

Am I worthy of happiness?

Beyond consciousness, the Now

Beyond presence, in past and future

Beyond the ability to focus somehow

Am I so worthy of holding you?

Tenderly in my arms, in my space

Get to listen to your silence there

Get to touch gently your face?

Am I so worthy of going through?

All the wonders of freely being joint

All the pleasures that are designated

All the steps that lead to the point

Am I worthy of this fulfillment?

For cleansing lovingly my vision

By consciousness and no fears

By choice, not by decision

Am I worthy of paradise?

Neither alone nor driven out

Neither looking for some snake

Nor ashamed, but rather proud

And, do I insist upon doubting the obvious?

Perpetuating more strife, suffering for myself

Instead of accepting that I’m already perfect

As I’m, inseparable from all that is, wealth

I had those swings, I swang and swayed

I swang all around, back and forth myself

I swang apart, have been swung at as well

Now I swing it, for the better, just health

You remind me of what may be possible again

You remind me of a long lost time, the future

You remind me of liking, of loving, of dance

Of being a talented, extraordinary creature

You remind me of letting go off the past

Thus, trust in myself in life, like never

You remind me to connect truly

For once, may be it forever.

HC_Thiesgen

April 24th, 2019

1:11 AM (CET)