Shikata Ga Nai

“This is love: to fly toward a secret Sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.” ~ Rumi Life can be a pilgrimage through rainless moors and solemn seascapes draped in mists of soundless mayhem, where bleeding butterflies reflect the fading stars etched with broken promises~ that time has abandoned. I am a corpse of a firefly suspended in a maroon mirage, chained with petunias and pearls, while my heart seeks a celestial chorus to recite a harmonious hymn. I yearn to write a compassionate chord, ricocheting with empathetic embers, silencing the fiendish drumbeats of the devious leeches, searing the fragile curves of my cinnamon skin, as I’ve long been a victim of the vindictive voices of Satan and his spellbound followers. Yet nestled between temptation and torment, a garden of miracles blooms with lavender lakeshores, its sweet scents of honey-rose petals infusing the aching air, unveiling a sky adorned with lily wings and sapphire serenity. O how I long to be the silhouette of moon fairies revising and rearranging kismet melodies shaped in sorcery~ for I draw salt-kissed sunsets in acrylic eloquence, to eliminate black magic violations still running beneath my trembling toes. I will dance to the alliterative rhythm of adjectives and assonance, flowing in sync with the viking violin within my soul. So listen to the unlocked tunes of restricted rhymes; you’ll hear my name unchained from the maleficent mantras~ weaving metaphors screaming between resilient lines of highlighted healing, rephrasing the art of letting go tattooed in raven jewels, flipping porcelain pages of hope, flowing within the anthology of sprouting orchids.