The Fool’s Journey

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On a jet of blazing passion;

a dream unchoked by

voices of opinion and doubt.

Like a moth focused on one light,

a beacon of hope in the dark.

Wild eyed, convinced, racing forward:

Ignorance is bliss!

You don’t know what you don’t know

But you’ll know when you know!

Like a fool on the chase – on you go.

Follow your heart – be open,

allow Optimism be your guide.

What is there to fear?

Not adventure, O, brave soul

who jumps from hollow stability

to the wild unkown

lacking details

led from the heart

beyond practicality – imagined or real.

An inner whisper

that speaks in crescendo within the dream:

Jump.  Leap. Follow.

Play the wise fool

who follows the heart.

Beauty Bound

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 The child inside cries out

from a beautified taped shell

Do you see me?

Do you love me?

Do I matter?

Her exuberant uninhibited beauty bound

like a straight jacket.

Holding in.  Holding Back.  Holding Self.

Do you see me?

Do you love me?

Do I matter?

Losing her innocence in the loss of a dream;

A dream of unconditioned love and acceptance.

Pain passed down like sour candy-

enamored with the promise of it casing.

Bitter

To

Swallow.

The residue remaining in our mouths.

Do you see me?

Do you love me?

Do I matter?

No amount of makeup, drugs or exercise

can Cover the Girl,

an insufficient Band-Aid to this cultural

gaping wound.

Women – shrinking in their beauty and power

by remaining a painted shadow of soul.

Do you see me?

Do you love me?

Do I matter?

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