Sunday, January 29, 2006

Vesuvius the butterfly

So now shall we go to the other side?
It is the violence of birth
And transformation

Because it takes one thing
And makes it radically different.
So shall we now go

And be with the tree as it bursts
Its bark and becomes as yet unknown?
Shall we now go

Into the madness we’ve always feared, to enter the silence within, which is
Trembling and surging like a symphony
Saying shall we now go

And find these words as they burst free?
Then they become that song your heart longs for, asking
Shall we now go free?

It is your chance and your dream
Wrapped up in the cocoon of your fearing it, that asks
Shall we now go?
Shall we now go finally free?


Sue hardy-Dawson said...

And in a second we did and for a moment we were there and afterwards there were just the words, an indelible memory of what was

Russell Ragsdale said...

What a wonderful comment,Sue, Thanks!

Cocaine Jesus said...

what a truly wonderous poem this is.
it is almost spiritual in its feel.

Russell Ragsdale said...

What a fantastic comment CJ! There is definately something spiritual in the idea that we do not always have to be what we have always been. Are we victims of the history we call fate, my friend? I hope not for both of our sakes. I hope we can save the ones we love by being what they saw in us on that first magic moment.