this day i die

this day i die

“i lay down my life that i may pick it up again for 'i' have the power to do so” ~ the Christed One

there is something here that i must say

this day i die, i die this day

the way i have walked

the way i chose

is no longer life

but experiences

i have collected

over and over again

and again and again

i repeat the lessons

confessing does not

aid nor abet

to get me to

where my life

has not been yet

there are Mountains

i have climbed, yes

and Valleys 'i' have dwelled in

perhaps a bit too long

yet my Soul's Song

has not ended

nor does it need to be amended

to accept the status quo's

of this cyclic cycle

that goes round and round

over and over again

so today 'i' lay down this life

i close my eyes

for i realize

that i do not need new visions

but new eyes

for i realize

that they

must work together as one

i can no longer hold to the past

nor look beyond my “Now-ness”

and give way to this day

where i now stand

where demands

and commands

are meaningful

i could be so full of woe,

but that is not the way

i will go,

for i am “willing” a new way

this day

and it is i . . .”I”

who has the say

not my Mother,

my Father,

my Brother,

my Sister,

my Children,

my Friends,

nor you

and this is my truth

so this day

i lay down my crown

over this life

they told me was mine

for i need to do more

than refine my understanding

nay, i am commanding

an actualization,

a factualization,

a factorization,

with the realization

that i am the prefect

of all that is perfect

and that is 'i'

and you, and you

but i can not tell you what to do

i am taking the bushel off of my Candle

that i may shine

not only in my mind

but in my Soul

as i was told to do

by my Greater Soul

so this day i die

for i can not deny

any longer

nor can i vie

to be pleasing

in thy finite sight

i must simply walk aright

through my own night

to my new Dawn

to my everlasting day

the shadows of unrealized dreams

and minimized

self esteem

will no longer haunt me

and i am not daunted by

what may appear

for i am a part of a whole

that is yet unseen

i am that mustard seed

that has a need

to realize it's fruit,

so i will plant my self

in the Cosmic Soup

and be nurtured

and cared for

by the Hands of the Master Gardener

and i shall Bud

and Bloom,

and Blossom

without end,

and that can only be

when i let go

of the 'illusory' me

and come to be

that which i have always been

Sovereign

so . .. this day i die

(c) 20 October 2013 : william s. peters, sr.

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