by Jyoti Wind
The night was clear, my conscience the same.
I realized I wasn’t to be a workhorse
for other people’s wants.
Ebullient with happiness and light,
ready for my own life, I left the triangle
of giving myself away, other people’s desires,
and fear, I let myself have my own life.
I learned to paint and received the artist inside.
I write and read my words to others.
I meditated and shared my visions.
I made myself a channel for my own growth,
for others if they chose, but enjoyed
every minute of it all.
I no longer dined at self-limitation’s table.
I chose my friends from kindness, generosity
and gratitude’s nest.
How could I go wrong.