beneath the sound
clearing the voice, claiming the choice.
I was the footsteps behind me
Me who left me alone
I asked for this to be my reason
to tear up this tired road
but I was not even angry
I didn’t really know that voice
So I will own my decisions
I am the one who makes that choice
Sometimes,
I am the dance rising in my toes
I am the coward wailing [in the throes]
I am the one who mistakes love
and willingly accepts the blows
I welcome the blindness when it comes
Inviting the fool who seeks retreat
to false comforts of what he ‘knows’
I am he, and we are simply
discovering we are strong enough
to accept and appreciate
I was the one who let you go
and it was me who hungered
for what was gone
I am the girl you no longer feel
I am the words you don’t hear
I am not the face you see, now
I am older, now, but I am real
Contented in my own skin
Got a taste for living out loud
Breaking me to the light wide open
Here I am again in my soul
Free and with all things, alone
The voice moves through
the thicket again
I am the stillness beneath the sound.
written originally June 1999
About the Creator
Aeryana Castley
I am listening through the static for the medicine of each moment. I teach off-the-mat yoga of relating well; write to see more clearly - and with a cherishing heart- singing more freely.


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