I Can

I Can

One foot in front of the other I go

Lead by intuition and heart

Free from dictation or what I know

Believing in a brand-new start

No path  or borders I choose to follow

From the distance comes an echo in return - familiar, forgotten and hollow

Before I know it, the distance is here

The noise that I heard becomes clear

With no one around I take a glance to the ground

Where I spot a tin can rusty and round

Looking inside, a snail rests in a vortex of rust

To rise is to fight, it must
In my fallen state, I compare that I am
Metaphorically speaking at the bottom of life's can
If something much smaller, high walls it can tame

I believe and have faith that I can

Written by: Michael Englmann 
October 15, 2012

AKA: iambigbang/Blue Sky Igniter
michaelenglmann@shaw.ca
www.iambigbang.blogspot.com

About a year ago I was walking on one of my adventures. I try to walk where my intuition leads me. I ended up in a wooded area just off a busy street call Fairview near MapleView Mall in Burlington, Ontario. There under some pine trees, scattered all around, lay more than a dozen rusty cans. Upon picking one up and looking inside I noticed a familiar shape inside that I consider a part of me. I think of the human mind as a spiral or vortex. We grow from the inside out. Our center is the place where it all happens. I call this place the nothing or control center. You create something from nothing, then you give that something away to someone and have nothing again. Repeat. The rusty can symbolizes the hollow space inside our minds were everything begins. It also believe I was sent a message in a real cool way. I can get through the rough times.

I was inspired to write a poem about this picture that I took a year ago by a new friend I made, Elvira Hopper, while working on my new website at Indigo Books in Burlington Ontario.

Thank you Elvira. Love and Light