For the first time I am enough
A vessel so full it fills my glass
With another drop it spills
For the first time I am rich enough
Embracing myself without running
Affirmed in knowing what I need
No fears spring from speaking truths
The writing of my soul springs forth
I am full indeed by virtue of life’s aging
My instinct burns to express more words
Regrets claim a hand as my pawn moves
My wild has been set free
Released finding a home in self
Leaves shed; but roots remain
The days of bondage has come and gone
I have danced with the devil in my confines
I am big enough, yes adequate
To give and receive!!
Written after taking a workshop with David Wythe
At Kripalu, Stockbridge, MA Oct.2014
