Being What You Are
BEING WHAT YOU ARE
Frolic branches of trees shake, butterfly leaves flutter
with the trail of summer squall the feisty forest plays.
Don’t make your mind a sprawling forest of wilderness
if with the flickering shadows of foliage at gloomy dusk
it can’t sprint and play.
Ballerina crests of waves swell, pearls of breakers roll,
under storm-scattered sky in tempest the sea dances.
Don’t make your mind an unsurfing sea of sheet glass
if on the surge of upwelling tides of agonizing times
it can’t float and dance.
Silver spray of sprinkles rises, harmonic water murmurs,
on faulted slope of the valley the hilly stream cascades.
Don’t make your life a stream wandering as a lean streak
if in the rough course up and down of time’s topography
it can’t leap and flow.
Perched niche of nest crashes, scared chicks fly away,
after midnight storm the lonely bird soars in cobalt sky.
Don’t make your life a homeless bird of broken wings
if from the debris of wrecked hope in splintering times
it can’t rise and fly.
Quartz luster of sands simmers, jade cactus face shrinks,
in the cradle of dunes the desert winds sing in the oasis.
Don’t make your heart a desiccated cauldron of desert
if the lyric of emerald oasis in blinding blizzard of sand
it can’t write and sing.
Be true to yourself, remain what you are meant to be.
The mind will play and dance with shadows of despair,
the deserted heart will sing the oasis song of ecstasy,
the wrecked life will rise again from debris of agony
if you are what you are.
October 12, 2018
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