Unchosen?

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Un-chosen, perhaps....

our ills, our lamentations
Our limitations
Or, have we chosen to be
chained to our
woes?

It's the way it's been done

for centuries
Until it is shown in a
way new
Until one who shows the
way
Is heard

May you be the way shower

for
yourself
Until you choose to take
the hand of the
one
Who can also show you
their way
and how it blends with
yours

Un-chosen, perhaps...

our cages and
chains
Or, are we there now
to find the
key
To cut the tether of
terror
Finally free of the festering
fear
that blocks our way
to our true selves

Un-chosen, perhaps....the

heartless ground
on which we cower upon
now
Un-chosen, perhaps, the shackles
on the ankles
of our dancing souls
Perhaps this ground, cold 
is the launching
pad
The sacred place of our soon to
be birthed
Chosen way

Perhaps the dance steps are

growing
in the womb of
peace and possibilities
right now
This very moment

perhaps......

Perhaps, we will know no

lamentations or
limitations
One Fine Day
It is my choice to know this
is true
To the depths of my soul
I know you know
it too
Perhaps you will choose this
way
One fine day