the wild knowing

here's to the crazy voice within,

the one who questions authority,
dogma,
and every inherited certainty
falsely transferred
upon the innocence of childhood,

the one who refuses
the old human habit
of calling pain wisdom,
or suffering
the only way
to survive our humanity.

here's to the voice
that challenges assumptions,

all assumptions,

giving permission
to break the rules
that were never aligned
with truth,

and to honor the rules
that keep love
from becoming chaos.

the voice
that sounds like
it might actually
know something,

mixed with childlike innocence,
playful at the mixing board,
tuning in
natural law frequencies,

adding comedic relief
to even the most serious
of moments,

forever reminding you
to take nothing in life
too seriously,

least of all yourself,

least of all
your suffering.

the voice
that whispers through
the echoes
of your own calling,

asking,
chiding,
inspiring,
pushing,

resolving you
to take the risk,
ask the question,
lean into this moment
as if this moment
came for you.

because it did.

get pushed.

take risks.

ask questions.

become more,

ever more.

settle for nothing
that asks you
to become less.

ever.

this voice
you ran from,
disowned,
quieted,
misnamed
since you were young,

is you.

your highest version,

the one who never left,

the one still waiting
for you
to stop doubting
what has always
been true.

own this.

let it become you.

let it scream
into the full moon
of the brightest night,

illuminating the path
in front of you
with the courage
of your own convictions,

your own power,

your own highest voice
knowing you can.

because you always could.

the only one
who doubted you
was you.

doubt no more.

doubt serves nothing
and no one.

choose humility
to quicken
your becoming,

letting go
of needless worry,

letting go
of the endless rehearsal
of what you do not prefer
to become.

control your thoughts.

release worry.

return again
to the dream
already calling you
forward.

the voice
that fills
the nothingness
of space-time,

the perceived distance
between you
and your dreams,

with preferences
made beautiful
by belief.

as you prefer life
to arrive,

so shall you
experience.

so prefer
your active dreams
lived into reality.

dream more.

dream bigger.

dream lavishly enough
for your dreams
to recognize you.

dream on.

make your dreams
your living reality
with each breath,
each choice,
each step forward.

allow the flow
of dreams
and desires
to become
monuments of memory,

castles in the sky
made earthly
by action,

the very essence
of who you are
expressed,
experienced,
and fulfilled,

shared with all
who authentically invite
your most memorable
improvised heart poem.

the voice
that overwhelms doubt
with confidence,

apathy
with can do,

inaction
with embodied power,

lack of any kind
returned again
to gratitude,

your truest certainty
that all is perfect
as is.

because it is.

and even
in the midst
of diminished ideals,

even inside
the despair
of not knowing,

you can still hear
the quiet,
still voice within,

guiding you
home to heart.

the voice
that carried you
upon wings
of aspiration,

lifting you
into the swirling vortex
of complexity,

into life's intricate balance
between endings
and beginnings,

between what has fallen away
and what is already
arriving.

because this voice,

your voice,

speaks the truest
of truths.

you need only listen.

you need only act.

you need only be
and become

as you trust,
allow,
and integrate
this knowing

into your full-bodied
expression
and experience.

you are whole.

you are complete.

you are perfect
exactly as you are,

as you were,

as you will
eternally be.

this is only
a reminder

of what has always
been so.

Àṣẹ.

sk

~ PoetSK™