There is a constant flutter in my stomach these days
The butterflies of Manipura are all ablaze
A constant knowing that the wheels are turning
Direction unknown, in anticipation burning
It’s a little foolish all this adrenalin
A heady rush, an urge to begin
But what? I don’t quite know
And if I do, the knowing’s below
How then to talk to an elusive self
Cajole a siren to reveal herself
What do I know that is just hinted to me
Is it my hearts matter or a voyage at sea?
But my enchantress siren is wedded to time
Her loyalties were never, never will be mine
So I wait for her lord to give up the sign
To reveal to me the things in line
Until then I will play with patience
She is a dull child and we’ll stay right within the fence.
Very nice. If one might somewhat sanctimoniously add:
ReplyDeletePlay with Patience, of course, try to enjoy the game
For Patience and the Siren might be one and the same.
That just could be,
ReplyDeleteInsightful One
I do see, I do see
What can’t be helped must be done
So then! Patience, me and a cup of tea
The butterflies of Manipura are all ablaze
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