Share Your Medicine

Share Your Medicine

A Poem by EJ Servellon
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Good medicine is meant to be shared

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A 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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EJ Servellon
EJ Servellon

Mount Prospect, IL



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Wise 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..

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