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Yesterday, |
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I walked outside |
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Out into a sea of dust, arid and dry |
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And so hot and so unbelievably radiant |
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And unforgiving |
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And I watched myself go under |
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And I felt energy rising |
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And then I saw this woman coming towards me |
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All heat and haze |
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But with a smile like a river that swept me up |
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And I took my hand and |
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I put it in hers |
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And I said, "Will you be my spirit guide?" |
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And she said, "You don't need a spirit guide All you gotta do is ride You just close your eyes and then open them wide" |
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She said Do something that scares you |
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Do something that scares you |
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And I washed my hands in the clear green water |
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Rushing from the mountain like some kind of absolution |
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Like a resurrection |
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I put my whole body into the water |
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Like I was transforming, a chrysalis |
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I could taste the dirt |
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The red earth on my tongue |
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And I felt like |
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I was just a girl, |
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Seventeen, looking for something, edgy and green |
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And bursting and beautiful and undecipherable |
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With the reins held tight |
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And I felt like |
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I was just holding onto a thread |
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Taking off, ready for joy, on a bird's wing, fragile |
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And I heard that voice |
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Do something that scares you |
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Do something that scares you |
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Do something that makes you feel |
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Do something that makes you feel |
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And I stood on the edge of that cliff |
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And I realized |
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I was all alone |
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With no way up or down |
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And I was scared |
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And I started to climb |
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Up, up, up |
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And I could suddenly feel |
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And I could feel rain on my skin, sweet and cold |
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And I could feel all the pain from all the years |
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All the sweat and all the untold passions and the tears |
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Like rain flowering in me so strong |
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Like jasmine, and releasing me |
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And I fell onto the sand and |
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I put up my hands |
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And I put up my body arms |
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And I cried with the rain |
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And I felt myself becoming myself |
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Like I was freed from the beliefs that |
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I'd been handed as a child |
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Like I could see the world from above |
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Like I could live pure |
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And I took off that red ribbon from around my head |
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And I buried it under the yellow earth, scratching at the sand |
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Burying it deeper and deeper |
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Into the heat, into the core |
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I said I did something that scares me |
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I did something that scares me |
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I did something that makes me feel |
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I did something that makes me feel |
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I did something that makes me feel |
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Alive |
