01.12.12

The day prior to Friday,
One less than thirteen
Within the year forecasted by
The Ancients,
As one of great change,
Through means of many ends...
I have waited,
With much anticipation,
For this calendar year to arrive.
Diligent daily,
Yet as if I desire stillness
From Humanities concept of time.
Within my Spirit,
I feel more Alive then previous
Days
Weeks
Months
The past year plus...
For within the gift of "misfortune"
Within the gift of mysteriously odd health...
I once again,
Slowly but surely,
Heard the voice of my Heart,
The voice of my Soul.
Through every step,
Every staggering moment of Ego...
I see what I must do,
I know which voice to follow.
It is NOT the voice of criticism,
Nor is it the voices that echo
With third dimensional logistic reasons.
It is NOT the voice of control,
Nor is it the voice of commands.
It is NOT the voice of Avarice...
What it IS...
It is the voice of my Soul,
It is the voice of my higher self...
It is the voice I must follow.
Brick by brick,
I will tear down the wall.
Brick by brick,
I will re-use
I will re-new
I will re-cycle
Brick by brick,
I will build another wall behind
To keep the demons out.