Throwing Caution. Being Wind.

I have played the caution
And life, she has always been the wind...
Winding and breathing
Her force through me
And yet I,
Many times have resisted this natural flow
Trying to control...
Until now.
Now, I perch as the owl
In the hollows of the footsteps I have taken
These markings in the ground of a new found wisdom
Now, my new spectacles
For curious observation
Before knee jerk reaction
Yes!
Conscious
I am
Now,
Calm
I am
Now,
And beyond my own storm
I can
See
That old story, thundering on the horizon
See
What was
Has no bearing on what will be...
As long as I 'let it be'
And that storm, it will continue to crack
And rage around me
Such is the nature of situation
Such is the nature of circumstance
But, beyond their theatrical dancing
Beyond their drama
These days I'm aware of a door
Somewhere...
And a window
To a house that guards a steady, flickering glow
From a fire I've been stoking my whole life
Building a flame
That owns not my name
But my body to animate
To orchestrate
It's heat
Winding and breathing
It's way through me
With every heartbeat
This natural flow
It grows and grows
Now, far stronger than my caution
For life, she is the wind I must follow
And all this tired caution I must throw
To her wind
To the fire
Let it scatter
To her flame
That owns not my name
But now, engulfs my body with it's passion to live
Never to be the same...