Permission Granted? - Poem by David Taylor
To be the best poet since Orpheus played his lyre.
To spread your love to everyone you meet and greet.
To rise above life’s trials and tribulations,
like a phoenix rising from the fire.
To be at peace in your own presence,
regardless of the havoc that rages all around.
To speak the gentle truth with humility.
To be compassionate to all.
To spread your inner light far and wide,
and never ever hide
behind thinking small.
But will you give permission
to your self?
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