No More Fear
What is it that I fear
What is there to fear
Here above the clouds
As I draw near
To the lair of my fear
Where relentless demons abound
I know you’ll be here
My refuge, my love, my dear
My compass, my anchor, my sound
To guide me through the tears
To tell me hope is near
As I land on peaceful ground
My First Poem. I dedicate this to my dear wife, the mother of my firstborn and guru, the one who enables me to flourish, who’s been in my corner during my bouts with anxiety, depression, and panic attacks, voicing the sound of Truth. For the first time in years, as I head to a retreat in Toronto, I am able to sit in a plane by a window and be courageous enough to open the shades. And instead of my heart racing, and fearing death, I saw the soft cuddly clouds of Mother Nature, felt the warmth of Father Sun, and for the first time in what feels like decades I captured a fleeting inspiration fueled by a clear Presence of my wife, my muse, in the form of the above picture and poem.