
We do it to our bodies. We do it to our God. And we do it to our Earth.So today, we don't mourn the loss of an icon.We mourn the loss of what the icon represented in our own consciousness.We mourn the loss of our dreams. Our imagination. Our childhood.Do you remember the time? Do you remember the time?Back when we can play without fear of being judged.Back when we can fly without the fear of falling down.Back when we could smile, for absolutely no reason at all.We have spent so much time working, that we have forgot how to play.We have spent so much time standing still in our lives, that we have forgot how to dance.Not only have we robbed ourselves of our childhood dreams, but we have criticized others for following theirs.Perhaps Michael is now singing with God.Perhaps he is flying with Peter Pan.Perhaps he is now moon walking on the clouds of heaven.Wherever he is, I know that he is finally free.Free to be who he is, rather than a prisoner of who he was.
We haven't lost an entertainer. We have lost ourselves.And his death didn't happen in June of 2009. It happened many years ago.The killers of our inner child. The judges of our own fate. The builders of our own prisons.
Michael Jackson. I pray that you don't rest in peace.....I hope that you dance in it.
Credit: -www.travelingpoet.com by Apollo Poetry
Michael Jackson's life is such a tradegy. It is the saddest life story I have ever known in my entire life. Believe it.
4 comments:
So very true... Thanks for sharing.
You are welcome.
You write beautifully Rose =)
Oh hahah I didn't write that! its from travelingpoet.com.
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