Once your wings danced with the sky
like the cursive poetry as a butterfly.
You sang in your silence
about destiny,
now you landed to see it through.
Divinely appointed to this great moment
shall you carry your will or let the wind carry you?
The very direction you move,
now mandates hope in your journey.
There will be joy in the way you tread.
But ease begets ease; remember this.
Your soul will challenge you for the better.
It is your broken heart
which must be emptied
before the miracle of Truth fills you.
So resist not the tokens of this chosen realm
whether they come polished...
or they come tarnished.
jamie darger
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