The Choice

I see, I hear, I taste, I smell,

I feel alive to the

love all around me,

 

Love, spoken, expressed

in every language,

I receive.

 

Or else, I am

blind to the beauty,

deaf to the music,

trapped in the echo chamber

of my own fearful mind

 

in which food has no taste,

the wind has no scent

and I feel only the tingling

and the cold sweat brought on

by a panic reflecting a distrustful heart.

 

The choice is mine, reality is mine
to shape and bend,

to learn, to grow,
to see beyond

what eyes can see,

 

 to be alive,

free falling,

in trust, 

 

in hope

and in love,

embracing it all.