Wherever power there is danger and I knew it
The
peril’s daily, being set in the centre of the flame.
Though
no fear: the thing that could be burned, gone!
Sudden
as lightening Damocles’ sword falls;
Split
through the middle the flaming torch passes.
Pain,
creeps slowly back, and with it, on the same tide
Certainty
– and in it, I see, and know my shame;
In
the light, its clarity –– turned, it is my secret joy!
And
I am free –– released from all deceit of it!
The
more I saw my thought, the more I knew,
And
I was not shadowed by any censure of me:
I
was more than free! – I was set apart – and by the
Movement
of the stars, free to love the falcon as the lark!
See
inside their winding flight – the breathing sky!
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