Picked from the tree
only to see
seen the shackles
created by me
from dark to light
from shadow to sight
a silhouette once seen
now a flashlight shun in the night
parts of me
once buried down deep
come to me
awaken me from a sleep
shake hands I meet
my demons
they\'re sweet
I cradle don\'t bury
dear darkness don\'t worry
you\'re safe and sound
free from the chains I kept you in
now free to roam
not so alone
only a concept I chose
connected at source
beat through me
we
it took its course
individuated from source
meet parts of me
in all those I greet
in the wind
in the trees
on land and in the seas
supposed to happen
supposed to be
in all things I see
only but me.