I journaled this in Spring of 2007, but it holds true now, hinting at my state these days:
Peace invades my life of striving
in the hurried rush of my mind
comes calm
Soothing waters rolling over my turbulent sea
and I am at rest
Still
Nothing but to be
no need to prove to you or to me
Earning is not possible
measuring worth, a joke
I flow with this calming stream
realizing it was always there
But other boats ran my waters
invaded my shores
demanded right of passage
One by one
I've denied them entrance
to now make way for what I need
and thus the passageways have begun to clear
horizons, widened
all in the name of freedom
Won by pain
effort
loss
and waiting
Most of all, by surrender
I see its approaching, no longer fearing, this freedom
It's claiming me for its own
and I blaze forth in peace
Currently reading:Finding Our Way Again: The Return of the Ancient Practices - Brian D. McLaren
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