the quiet call

 I hear a quiet call...

I know you hear it too...
It starts as a whisper,
so soft you think you're imagining it.
Yet you stop, straining to understand
The sound, so powerful yet muffled.

It's a call to your bones,
your heart
your skin
your soul
your whole being,
an awakening.
it's time.


It's the call of who you've always been,
a reminder of sorts....
for you've forgotten along the way.
And when you look down,
the chains are heavy, so heavy
and you feel them
dragging you along.

Your heart longs to crack open wide,
wide, so wide...
Your feet long to run, so fast and far.
Your body aches for the fire,
shaking with passion,
trembling with desire.

The call is no longer quiet
and the sound fills your entire being.
You try to contain it,
the wild dance brewing in your soul,
your eyes wide, your skin tingling.
Your dance is fierce...
beautiful, sweaty and strange all at once
and as you move
the chains of an appropriate life crumble,
dust to the earth.


Your wings open wide,
reaching and stretching and remembering
that flight is inevitable.
You forgot what this felt like,
the power and strength of your freedom.
Your feet float ever so slowly off of the ground
As you begin to take flight...
Light and peaceful.

I hear a quiet call
for the wild, strange soul dance
inside of me, (inside of you)
and the flight of freedom
in my wings.
it's time.

I know you hear it too...


Love from Oz.


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