Births Great Feat

Birth's Great Feat

         

At first, what you perceive is darkness,

death despondence, distraught & heartless.

The void of despair, packed tight with shadows,

lonely, bare, frozen and shallow.

  This empty place, where you reside,

shall be a spring board, from which you dive.

Into the sea of new horizons,

simplicity, eyes open wide and,

You feel so blessed to have pulled the trigger,

what felt like death is so much bigger.

There is no reason, for this new perception,

it's like pre-determined, resurrection.

You treat it like, a new-born baby,

with TLC, alert, not lazy.

Ride it, like a surfers wave,
the hibernation, has seen it's days.

Zero resistance, to this new-found conscience,

your stubborn persistence, gives way to non-sense.

Sat hobbled, in your mothers womb,

then suddenly, your world goes boom.

You feel a serge, of DMT,

and you take a swerve, into destiny.

Interactions, are synchronistic,

it isn't hard, it's quite simplistic.

Your new foundation, is based on feelings,

this generation, is one of healing.

Open wounds par for the course,

but steadily, void of all force.

You take a breath, you grin and bear it,

arrive at your nest, nothing could prepare it.

This is a fancy dress rehearsal,

it's fait, in shades, of green & purple.

Deep vibrations, detached from word,

this magical vacation takes you high as a bird.

You take on this venture with open arms,

no need for mentors so unalarmed.

Complete surrender to your new-found position,

what felt like the end, was the start of your mission.

And there's no going back to your old school ways,

that rail track has seen it's days.

Your outlook now is straight & forward,

crossing bridges and passing borders.

Hurdling like a winning horse,

who knows the ropes, instincts unforced.

Your long awaited, break through's sure,

to leave you feeling naked, raw.

You're vulnerable, there's no denial,

You've passed a tunnel, to face a host of trials.

Now life will throw some rough and tumble,

but your inner knowing, wont let you crumble.

And nothing now can close compete,

to the tribulations of Birth's Great Feat.