POETIC LICENSE
g.sam

Awakening from doubt I find
the truth a simple paradigm:
Surrender to the voice within,
transcendent be thy space in time.
No peace in clutching rituals
mundane their bittersweet rewards
I choose a fertile path that’s sown
with dreams, and paved with metaphors.

Harmonious exchange the flow
of rhythm and the pace of rhyme
Full-flavoured motion captured
by the shadow of a pantomime.
My soul receives the blessing of
a union born to heart and mind
As destiny reveals in One
more beauty than I’d hoped to find.

Not mine alone, this call demands
a sharing of all sacred fruit
For savoured first then planted
are the seedlings that shall take to root
A skipping stone may simply graze
the surface but with every touch
The ripple of an honest word
has power to accomplish much.

And so, I acorn, life the tree,
that would surrender all of me
A voice too small for arrogance
that nonetheless was meant to be.
Blind shaper of this liquid art
in-spired by a force above
Here offer up as humble fare
another flavoured breath of love.