Out Here Where There Are No Rules

what are you

willing to trust in

to rest in with

absolute certainty

it’s a big step

to stick your neck out

to risk failure

to hazard the

break-up

the chance of

endangering the

fantasy

but you can’t know

if it’s real or not

until you begin

falling

it’s the reason

most of us

are content to

live the lies

we’ve been

taught

it appears to take

a lot of

inner work

meeting our

hot-blooded demons

seeing through

the lies

we tell ourselves

experiencing our bodies

flooded with

vulnerability

accompanied by

courageous sobs

tears streaking

down cheeks

clearings of

bright blue

break-throughs

it seems

the old lies

require the gift

of everything

to secure

their release …

we don’t do it

even though

it seems like we do

we don’t

no matter how much

we’d like to

we can’t because

life is the doer

we are not the we

we seem to be

but life itself

so it appears

like we are the

instruments of

our own undoing

but we can’t see

the old patterns

standing in the way

while standing

on the old

familiar ground so

life move us

forward

a step at a time

towards the cliff’s

edge

hinting at

possibilities as yet

unrealized …

are there limits

to love

is there anything

love cannot do

before we can

emerge beyond

limitation

life has to show us

which ones

hold our hands

which ones

tie our tongues

in knots …

what is your fantasy

what do you hope for

what do you dream

might be

possible

I look at the lives

of the masters

and know that

this playground

of learning

and loving

has so much more

to reveal

yes indeed

what a time to

be alive

a time for

the boundaries

to fall

for the limitations

to miraculously

unlimit

themselves

for life

to express its

full potential …

I embrace the

appearance

of failure

I am willing

to seem a fool

love’s holy fool …

are you …

shall we play

together

out here where

there are no rules

❤

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3 thoughts

    • Thank you, Stacey. I don’t write poetry (or post it, that is ;)) often. Some days it just flows so beautifully that it leaves me in awe. I am guessing you understand that sentiment quite well, not the not writing it, but the awe. Much love, my friend. Amaya

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