Gilded Fool

Siezed by doubt.
Paralyzed before the next step:
Descent into Matter again.
People, opinions, ideas.
Some part of me wants to stay safe
And reclusive in my own energy.

But the voice holds the resonance of the heart
The eyes see-k the resonance of the soul
The body as bridge betwixt and between.
And I have a myth to unfold.

How can I traverse this path and come out laughing?

Wake up! Wake up! Oh gilded fool.
This is a ruse, it is the Muse
Preparing the soil of this native daughter
Making it impossible for any to doubt her.