Death comes to those who bring light.
In the past, it came early and often,
Riding into the dawn valley through the mist,
Bearing the sword of fear,
Leaving behind another life paid to learning.
Those days are not over, but leaving.
Our souls are choosing to be light and stay living.
Yet still there is fear.
Fear of travelling lonesome,
Of paying the price of place
For our enlightening.
You can’t have it all
Is a myth
Humanity has suckled on,
A not-truth designed
To keep us dim.
But now our lights are rising:
We come awake.
Our spirits lead us through the swamps
Of our own limitations
On the path to the greatness
We have always been.
This time around we can remain
Walking the life road with a planet
Who is herself deciding to remain,
To stay in skin
And yet be huge