The Yoke of Destiny

Freedom is a gift of grace...
I know how big the music is
Cause I've danced in the garden
In the ruins of civilization
In the planetary and galactic dance
'Mongst the electrons and synapses

The first time I met you I couldn't see you
Cause I didn't know how to look
Past the players weaving little illusions
Past my own trips and delusions
'Til you blew my mind and revealed yourself to me

The music is so big and reality so slippery
It consistently and ever amazes me
I no longer believe in accidents
And I'm ready when the door swings open
To go where you will lead me

Wearing the yoke of destiny
We can always run, but does that make us free?
Freedom, like everything else, is a gift of grace
It's all I can do to accept what you give me
Hopelessly resigning myself to love.


Weaving A Nest: Poem #6
in Doors and Windows
~The Cosmic Kitchen~


Kitty Rocks!