Go out, my friend, and breathe the lovely air
Recall that you are free, awake! Awake
Your senses to the world, let pleasure shake
Your body as the wind blows through your hair
Indulge in your desires, and be aware:
To live in shame would be a huge mistake
If you make sure to give more than you take
There’ll be enough for all of us to share
Don’t let yourself believe the world is fair
Yet stand behind the choices that you make
You have to act as if your soul’s at stake
Or else become a slave to your despair
Seek to create much more than you destroy
Your flesh is not a trap; it’s there for joy!
Time for yet another sonnet, evidently. I blame the mountains this time, shoving words into my head. Sure, there’s quite a bit of conscious crafting involved, but at least part of it is external inspiration. Divine or mundane; to me it’s complex enough to qualify as a mystery.
Love and creation,
Winterdragon
