My Barbaric Yawp!

I want to hear my calling

And follow it knowing not the way.

For my reactions to lack self judgement

And useless censorship.

I want my thoughts

To useful tools become,

Instead of being walls

That make up that, which is my mind.

I want my senses to be crisp and vibrant,

To see life clearly

And drop in fullness

All of my defenses.

I want to roar the expression

Of my truest nature,

And to devour all

That stop me on my way.

I want to see beyond

The layers weaved by fear,

I want to welcome all that comes

And in good time send it on its way.

I want to recognize what is,

Not that, which seems to be.

I want to know myself

And in each breath see what I am not.

I want to know

Death most intimately

Before my time to die.

And in the end,

I want to want no more.

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