New Life

We have made for ourselves a prison life
Bound by old patterns and fearful turning away from connection
The prison guard steals the lightbeams 
From the sun 
And no light reaches us there
Until one day
We loosen the tight centuries old grip 
And open our hands to see the 
Clammy key we have been holding 
To stay true to the pattern
And now a breeze sweeps the cobweb door to our  hearts open
A breath fresh as newly sprung buds 
Enters the dark cave moment of our being
And our butterfly life begins again
Cycles and circles weaving a thread through time 
Tracing us snail speed to the beginning
To before
To the first breath
Breathing now
Windows and shutters in sinew and bone open up 
And the light flows gentle waves ocean in
The key illuminates the memory of light of ocean of beginning
Of dying
Of being born 
And we begin again
Holding the key 
Opening the prison door
Walking into the light 
Frozen thawing memory 
Dancing cinematic streams 
Of new life
On the path we make by making and the choice we choose by choosing 
All this makes a life
New life 
Deep breaths. 
2020