Sprit asked me "Do you remember your joy?
Do you remember where you keep it?
On the other side of the drama, or in it?
My joy waits impatiently for me to embrace it fully, with loyalty, and no fear that it is the right one to choose.
My joy is locked in a cage of my own creation.
Made of responsibility and self imposed limits.
It becomes a monster of pure rage at not being allowed to be expressed.
If I do not dare to release it it will break out and eat me whole and shit out my bones.
If I do dare it will become the beautiful bird it is meant to be and never return to its cage.
All those around me cry out in envy as their joy chews at the bars of their own making. I offer all a cup of courage and compassion for passion.
Drink it quick! Before you can think and change your mind! Hurry!
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Josephine Thomason is an artist, healer, teacher.