Poem: Feather Bed

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Held by the feather bed, the girl dreamt big. 

She knew no limitations, her mind was a colourful abyss;

Rainbows and dazzling lights, dreams galore all around.

No fear, no doubt, just pure love & healing light.

The girl grew up, she started losing faith,

The hurtful voices in her head become louder with each passing day.

People around poked stares at her soul.

She retrieved, she doubted herself,

Her smile faded, she paled, she recoiled in her shell.

The world become gray and dark,

Where had her soul's dreams gone to hide?

She soon found out 

The same had happened to many dreamers around;

Their colourful dreams

Had been burnt alive and silenced with a hush. 

But she gathered her strength, she connected to herself,

She knew no one could take her light away;

She was the one in charge of her dreams in all the shades.

She moved forward, she swam across lakes;

She marvelled at new ideas, she envisioned many landscapes.

Cynical critics feared her, her roar became wildly loud

But she feared no one as no one could silence her heart. 

Her words flowed out of the canvas of her mouth, 

She spoke with grace,

She embraced the freedom and the escape from the cage.

She realised no one could hold her back

And she wasn't afraid of falling down.

The feather bed would always hold her high, 

she would never again dim her light. 

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Poem inspired by these beautiful words by Terence McKenna, 

“Nature loves courage. You make the commitment and nature will respond to that commitment by removing impossible obstacles. Dream the impossible dream and the world will not grind you under, it will lift you up. This is the trick. This is what all these teachers and philosophers who really counted, who really touched the alchemical gold, this is what they understood. This is the shamanic dance in the waterfall. This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering it's a feather bed.” 




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