"You were born with wings"

Though I have not been one to quickly state one of the most obvious of all, the truth is, I know not who I am.  What I want.  Where I am going.  What I do know is that I have an infinite number of possibilities before me and I am moving.

“Oh soul,

you worry too much.

You have seen your own strength.

You have seen your own beauty.

You have seen your golden wings.

Of anything less,

why do you worry?

You are in truth

the soul, of the soul, of the soul.”

What is it I fear so much that I can hardly touch a pen to paper anymore.  What is it in me that begs me to stop before I begin.  WHen I want to do a million things at once--my head buzzing and bursting with thought--I am immobilized by some force I cannot yet pin down.  It is surely not the I but my mind which binds me and provides the puzzle game and rules of which I have little knowledge.  There is this wellspring within me that is coming forth again.  There is a threshold through which I cannot merely pass.  I must break through, blossom and not shudder.  It is to say we know nothing of ourselves if we are frightened by our own soul.  I shall not fear.  Not my mind.  Not my strength.  Nor all the beauty I contain.

“You were born with wings. Why prefer to crawl through life?”

And I do not wish to be a snake.