Wanton Irish Faerie

I see people encased in fearful shells
living lives of tripping-tedium,
embedded in the ordinary.
Mine, however, is the vast, dark sky
and the spaces between the stars.
Unencumbered by riches or materialism:
Mine is the promise of Magic.

I see no reason to live
other than to be free.
Not caged by any loyalty
to political or national affiliations,
my life is only one facet of
a mystery much larger than
self or country.

Disappointments in love, loyalty, and trust
are merely a crucible
wherein I crush the herbs of ego
into the fine dust of transformation,
creating the alchemical elixir of the Soul.

Now is the time to dance
naked and laughing and wild as a
wanton Irish faerie
in a jasmine sunbeam.