Living on the Ledge. 

I’ve always been out there…on that ledge
Always
It’s neither a positive or negative state
Just is
But I have changed and that is troubling
Why

When I was young, I flew from that ledge and returned at will
Free
As I have gotten older, I cling to it
Tethered
Accepting what I have been taught – practical and logical
Forgetting

When I was young, I flew all the time
Really
Leapt with lite heart, left my physical body
And flew
I saw my valley from way above, looking down
Fearless

Now I am unable to leap, no longer fearless
Anchored
Some would say that is maturity; that humans don’t fly
Wrong
I have flown, been free, seen my world from above
Soaring

I do not believe humans were meant to be tethered to the earth
Stuck
We are free spirits once able to do many things; freed by the mind
Whole
Now, we are consumed by what is practical; consumed by only visible reality
Limited

I seek to regain the ancient truth and awareness; to cut the tether
To fly
I struggle to leave my ledge and stop the torment; release the false bonds
Unlimited
I search for the path back everywhere I can, outward and within
Seeking

There are others out there who know, and quietly practice the ancient ways
Afraid
Not wanting others to ridicule them, or worse, take away their belief
Imprisoned
How did I let it happen to me; the creeping, confining practicality?
Not vigilant

I think it happens for so many reasons, in so many ways, from all directions
Onslaught
It is hard to consistently and constantly be a warrior for one’s own truth
Exhausting
But if I could not do that, could not protect my truth, am I warrior at all?
Dazed

One foot in front of the other, battling and seeking; keeping the vision
Strength
No matter what others think, I will leave my ledge again – free, high over my valley
Untethered
And I will return as I choose, for that is the free being – leaving the ledge and returning at will
Truth