for all my searching, and yearning, and falling apart, maybe it really is as simple as this:
level up, by vienna teng
so come out.
you have been waiting long enough.
you’re done with all the talk talk talk with nothing on the table.
it’s time to come on out.
there will be no sign from above.
you’ll only hear the knock knock knock of your own heart as signal.
if you are afraid, come out.
if you are awake, come out.
come out and level up.
dynamite the dam on the flow.
your body feels the tock tock tock of time as it hammers.
lord we are all cinders
from a fire burning long ago,
but here it is the knock knock knock of your own heart that matters.
if you are afraid, come forth.
if you are alone, come forth now.
everybody here has loved and lost,
so level up and love again.
call it any name you need.
call it your 2.0, your rebirth, whatever –
so long as you can feel it all,
so long as all your doors are flung wide.
call it your day no. 1 in the rest of forever.
if you are afraid, give more.
if you are alive, give more now.
everybody here has seams and scars.
so what. level up.
let your faith die.
bring your wonder.
yes, you are only one.
no, it is not enough
but if you lift your eyes, I am your brother.
and this is all we need.
and this is where we start.
this is the day we greet.
this is the day, no other.