Imagine yourself in place of every epic poem, every heroic deed, you’re the star, you’ve been relentlessly punished for your act of defiance. You accepted the cost and the consequences to do something great.
You’ve slogged through every battle field, bled through every marsh, fought any octopus headed demon, done what others thought was impossible, forged where there were no apparent frontier, stood on the alps as Hannibal did, free soled like Alex Hannold, wrestled the boar like Atlanta, were brought back to life like Isis and Osiris, severed the head of Medusa like Perseus, lifted the weight of the world on your shoulders, and have broken the mighty bow.
Whether it was to be closer to be the gods, you were a god, or you just dared to be different you were there and you pursued your destiny.
It wasn’t fame for fame’s sake. Glory might have been in mind. Love must have been the draw. Regardless of the answer, something will pull you forever. A fire blazing in your mind, quaking in your sleep.
There is no peace until we’ve reached uncharted waters.
Safe and secure will do as long we have the right people in our buoyant balloon.
Home is not where you are, but rather whom you’re with.
As Odysseus out fleeced the noble cyclops , his father wasn’t as happy with the unfortunate circumstance with the flock of sheep. Yet, with guile and some super natural help Odysseus found his way back to where he started.
The journey isn’t certain, without peril, nor willing to bear fruit. Yet, we will happily take that chance to become something greater than ourselves.
Having your liver ripped out or marching up a steep cliff to push a boulder could very well be in the cards, but I rather choose any such fate if I couldn’t be with you for the rest of my life.
I’d happily fly to closer to the sun with melting wax tipped wings, to know I could feel your warmth one more time, as the ekg machine begins to flat line, and your skin grows pale.
I’d write poems to someone that I have never met, knowing that I will know her for the rest of her life.
I’d sit at the back of a crowded bar passing out poems with a sign that reads “ Free Poems” waiting till I scour all of New York City.
Love may be passing you a street, sitting on a bench, live 10 zip codes away from you, may be ready to say I do, but she’s there. But she knows it only as much as you, that you haven’t met love, can’t quite make out your face yet. In a cool dark night, she’ll be able to recall every wrinkle and blemish that makes it up. And your children will know nothing else but the love and family that surrounds them and tightly embraces them.
It’s our nature to venture into the thick of it, light a flame, watch it tenderly grow, and protect the life that radiates as it sways.
Surely, you may find something on your way.