i choked myself from the greatest love of my life
once i started to imagine the forgery and reproduction
of my writing processes and thoughts across cyberspace
i wanted to possess what was never “mine” alone.
self protection and creative expression did not
coexist for me. and i regret following the fear into the
Forest of Sleep and the Unconscious.
i am a mere instrument of divine expression
which fulfills and contents this mortal life.
simple joy; simple life in these steps
which i practice until i hear music again
and feel as if i am dancing with His lead.