Poetical

I Am Your Pain

Half way between the gardens of good and a quarter mile south of the fields of evil, 

Embrace your pain there

Quarrel with that little voice telling you to still care 

Yes, there is always a little lie in every "I don't care"

And yes, there was always more truth in every rumor

You had more knowledge in all of your "I don't know"

Trust that wisdom won't let you down.

For seven days, 

Allow Your heart to break through new dimensions.

Will yourself through all of your discomfort.

Trust that the pain won't let you down.

Dance with your troubled mind.

Flirt with your doubts.

Challenge your lies. 

Disturb all of your truths.

Break every stone.

The authentic ones will remain intact through them all.

Learn to stand with your wings.

It's the only way to fly with your feet.

Steady your starry nerves.

So you can bargain with the sun.

Half way between the gardens of evil and a quarter mile North of the fields of good,

Find me there.