Wednesday, July 31, 2019
My Destiny––Poem by Dorothy
My Destiny
I have burned my house down.
Kabir
I have destroyed it all––
myself, my assumed
identity, my face of
who I am.
Sometimes I used flame––
sometimes a mirror of truth.
Sometimes a chopping block
to rid myself
of those false claims.
Now I am free
and can choose what
I wish to be––
a bird crying at midnight,
a salmon swimming upstream,
a page in a wisdom book,
a lost continent,
an invisible cell
in the body of God.
Dorothy Walters
February 17, 2019
