Fate: Self Made... Poem by Frances Kay

I walk the path of no religion’s creed
Or doctrine that forfeits Life’s current need
To co-exist with I’m-plants braced by seed
Where thought’s designed to meet a current feed

I furnish from within-without, a theme
To hear me out-side-in within a dream
Where silence stood I wrote, I note: I scream
“I’m free to hold Earth’s bed of seed to scheme.”

I make of dark a focused beam of light
Streamed consciousness encased, dressed, made of night
Illusions veil drops clear from out of sight
Whilst form new born claims holograph delight

I heard no word from contemplative din
That foresaw through emotion’s core to win
Such freedom gained by bed that made no sin
But Life’s continuum birthing in new skin

Encrust a must that turns to dust or may
Itself think thought its own and cause delay
To outward bound emotion on display
Where wisdom gained, each moment, lives each day

I trust myself, proceed, to court free thought
Where glimpse I might a seed thus caught that ought
Express a way, though sort, may seem as naught
Finds no frontiers, no fight, no battle fought

To forward think and backward chancing glance
As fate self-made by honour, score card’s dance
That takes its leave by trains of thought like trance
Whilst future's bound, round present moment's stance