Sometimes the voices told me
“you are nothing”
and sometimes it was even worse
“not worth the waste of space”
“better if you were never born”
Who is talking
From within the shadows
of my dark interior?
Its not true
Another part of me answers
You are a poet
And Life
And experience
Is the poetry
You dance with
Dad is that you
Speaking?
You said
“A Bachelor of Arts
Is not worth the paper its written on”
amongst other things
On reflection
not everything you said
makes sense
outside the conditioning of your youth
where a struggle to survive
made you worship profit and business
And Dad
I had to find
and walk my own path
So I will not
Listen to your voice
Saying what has value
To me
Has no value
I would rather
listen to the stillness
and the poetry
that arises
dancing from within
and let myself
be empty
of judgements
absorbed from
blind and barren places
Silence
Let me become
Full of poetry
Of fire
Of light and
Of heat
Deeply centred
within
the heart of creation
living free
at the heart
of a fiery rose
that speaks
with the voice
of love
of understanding
of wisdom
Emerging From The Dark Night 