Why Not?

And why not?
Sit on the precipice's ledge
Feeling the wind
The glory, the truth
Of the love that flows
All around you, from you
Into you, out of you
Breathing a fireside creation
A boundless, breathless whoosh
The warmth of it all, us all

Letting go indeed of not enoughness
Of the small, the inadequate, the unlovable
Breaking free instead
Of this empty iron chain
This chair that no longer fits
Quite comfortably, itchy in fact
To dissolve the bonds with
My imaginary captor, the critic
That's kept you safe
In bounds, on the field
Playing the game
Running in fear

And so break, breaking, broke
Free ... Free to imagine

A generous giving self, the presence
Of love. for as you treat the least among us
So you treat yourself
And so giving, giving until it hurts
Until you feel the pinch of lack
And yet push past it

As you feel the trauma, the beatings
The small indignations, the major heartbreak
Free enough to feel
It flow, hair let down to dance to the wild
Ecstasy, the Dionysian Grove
A satyr's wild and sexy revelry

As you let get, yes let go
Of past formations, past ideas
That I am that ....
i as if it were unsurprising
And the lack is capitulation

i a dance of love, the sweet serenade
A dance that is sacred, celebrated, generous
At the edge of all that is possible
With you the bright, binding
Breathless song of love

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