There is a thing that pushes us somewhere
I love this thing
that makes us
meet restriction with our teeth, howling and rolling around wild
until set loose
So that we may continue walking
to this unknown place
Yes we are advancing blindly
but to stop means to become all shadows
You know
the lightness that comes with freedom
the wholeness that comes from love
the butterfly feeling
the violet ecstasy
bleeding
from these beautiful things