many messages, word claws grasping for clarity
there are patterns, and we lend our consent
closing doors and windows to indefensible truths
the question is the pattern behind the pattern
our place in expansive life, a life beyond the role
so the pressure has a purpose, until it does not
we fight until we notice the fight is not the point
rather to ease in to the ease of certainty beneath
belief that believing has more staying than flight
until reversed, when believing turns into flying
expanding possibilities, a landscape of purpose
to serve, connect and be kin, a winged belonging
if pain achieves meaning, height and depth unite
certainty to courage, struggle to exhalation
I tunnel below, I soar above, I leave, I believe