Can you agree blindly with laws and regulations
or balance crawls into the breath of heaven?
Imagine you can break the cold of the glass,
will you still go with “must do” and “have to avoid”?
Do you search for the line where the heart stays open
or the soul is immortally adjusted to canons?
And if you remain there for the rest of the night,
will you let in intimacy and ultraviolet lights?
Is there a map for the road from rules to freedom
or you endeavor friendship between passion and reason?
Do you invite them to the same table for a drink?
Aren’t they enemies, two opposite directions, north and south?
Does logic harm you inside or love heals the blues of the dawn?
If they enter the front door, will they sleep on the floor?
And if there is nothing left, but red peppers, wrapped in foil,
will you follow the routine, or will you learn the art of standing tall?
© 2011 Broken Sparkles