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the orchid
As an orchid in his life,
a reflection from his strife...
He's a flower in his way
and he would say...
I am living as a poem...
choosing freedom on my own,
and the mask of God would
speak...
Here is a clue!
From a message he would live
an adventure that would give...
special meaning to his life...
as he went on...
This would be an evolution,
not for him a revolution...
and he danced it all inside...
out in the rain.
All he needed was a room
and a time of day to bloom...
Such a place he didn't know
where to begin.
He brought forth within a day..
what became all in his way...
His experience would say...
Life is a poem!
And he found a sacred place...
he would use it for his space...
find a meaning for his life...
but there was strife!
Pain and suffering he'd achieve,
life with horror_he would leave
all he needed to get back...
was 'on the track.'
It had been there all the while
but his life became a trail...
Could he see or would he
choose...
another path?
For a life he should be living,
was the one when he was
giving...
He was living out a dream...
that was his own...
and he became a flower...
in the rain.
All the people in his field
opened doors for him to yield,
a refreshment for his bliss...
but he would miss!
So he followed just a thread...
to a path where he was led...
in a journey that for him,
required a death!
A renewal from his past...
something sacred that would
last...
One condition for another
he would find...
There were trials and
revelations...
for a while an incubation.
He found more about himself
as he went on...
Such a dragon he would slay...
no longer bound to his own
way.to
Something greater he would
give
in all his bliss...
From a mystery in life,
he found value in his strife...
and he became a flower...
in the rain.
July 27th, 2012
from The Power of Myth by
Joseph Campbell
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