The Chosen Chain

Many souls along my journey have thought to chain me, and for a long time I allowed it to happen.

I chose first iron shackles which hampered my movement and activity for far too long before I shattered them at last and stretched my arms for the first time since my youth.

Then I chose a tar-soaked rope around my neck, keeping me from moving my head and my thought in any direction except the one allowed by the handler, until I chose to rip the rope from my neck and toss my head in anger and frustration.

But I cannot deny that I desire a chain, a tether, a fetter to keep me in this world and attached to it in such a way that I can be pulled back from the dangerous cliffs that I am drawn toward.

So I choose a chain of my own making, golden and delicate with large adjustable links, and I ask you to hold the end not attached. I wrap it around my heart in the hopes that it will contain the explosion of joy that looking into your eyes and seeing love causes, and that it will harness us together so that the energy our joy and respect and love creates can be turned toward bettering the world around us.