Share Your MedicineA Poem by EJ ServellonGood medicine is meant to be sharedA woman came up to me
once, and stared into my
eyes, and I immediately knew. Yet at the same time,
a child I would see. Staring behind the mirror
of those eyes. A man or woman this
could have been, or just a pure child
in some ways. A thousand chapters,
compiled in the story of a main character. Full of all the
experiences high, and low. Take a look around
you, I say. This canvas of art is
a reflection of your inner art. Whether it be sad,
happy, dark or enlightened, take heart for it is
beautiful. You can turn any
trauma into medicine, If you are willing to
share it as art, a story, a song. Like dead leaves
falling from a tree, awaiting the next
fresh batch to bloom in Spring’s first light. The shedding of an
old skin. You may cry, you may
dance, you may sweat, you may sing, or purge in your choosing. The ending of a
chapter either happy or sad, awaiting a new one to
begin. Won’t this be exciting!
I can hardly wait. Sing your song, share
your song. Sing your medicine,
share your medicine. For there are still
many to receive on the journey. Your song will always
be available, no matter where you’ve been, what you’ve done,
what you’ve been through, or experienced. Living the life meant
to be lived, even if its alone… You’re not alone. You, yourself, your
ego, time, child, everyone you’ve ever loved.. are there within,
witnessing you. Your song is still
there. A grand audience you
are. As above, so below,
so within, so without. The gods can be heard
whispering in your ear. “We sing your song
for you, until you remember the words.” They say. Knowing the opposite
end of Life & Love…is not pain, hate, or anger. It is apathy, lifeless,
meaningless, nothingness. As even with pain, there
is love and you know you are still alive. Only in the complete
surrender of who, or what you think you are, do the gates open,
and you enter the space. Be who you truly are. Be the light of the
world. Each new rising sun
is a new beginning, as we all die each
night, and rise again reborn in the new light. © 2019 EJ Servellon |
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Added on June 13, 2019 Last Updated on June 13, 2019 AuthorEJ ServellonMount Prospect, ILAboutWise man once said: Our Age is seeking a new spring of life. I found one and drank of it, and the water tasted good. I share this thought as well. more..Writing
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