Only far enough to see what I want. Only far enough to get what I want. Tears fall. My Spirit asked me, “Why? Why not go the distance. Why not go fully into Being in harmony with all you are?
I do not know these answers. Fear is ever my constant shadow. Only far enough to not move beyond my present walls. Only far enough to get relief. How will I define myself if I go all the way? Who am I any way?
And again I hear Spirits voice asking me, “Do you know you are born of love?” “Do you know you are born of light?” “Do you know there is no need to fear these answers?”
I answer deep within, “No I do not remember these things.” Only far enough to not see clearly. Only far enough to stay within my shell.
Crack, sounds like thunder moving across the sky, my shell splits open. I am free. Tears fall. All the Way I cry. Take me all the way.
Then again I hear Spirit say, “You must choose, the journey child is yours.”
Aireal and Cane Toad - I so enjoy poetry and these two poems are wonderful. I felt in flight whilst reading them!! Thank you both and love to everyone out there. Patricia
Delighted that you did come flying with us. Hope you enjoyed the humour of the double entendre, "He takes a leap of faith, another book or two" as much as I was amused when writing it.
All the best, Cane Toad.
---------- You are powerful inside, You are Light you cannot hide, You are Love and it can flow, You are worthy and shall know.
'But where have all the birdies gone, With songs that I believe?'
Touched "This poor heart of mine" which has been wounded "a thousand times", as I have wondered this too.
Can we find those songs(read beliefs,true-isms, comfort etc as well as song and poetry)that used to mean so much to us and twanged our souls strings so to speak and helped lift our souls and hearts up?? Now it seems they have gone and left us/me, and at times I find myself floundering and all at sea.
How I long to hear those sweet sounds again, but even though there is birdsong and such, now it is not the same and has not the same effect as in the past. The comfort. the joy, the wonder is not there any more.
My plea is: What is the answer to the way forward?? Is there an answer?? How do we take flight when our wings have been(seemingly permanently)clipped? and when our 'spirit's' voice is blunted? Or rather our hearing of it??
It may well be true that 'we can never go home' but like most I am looking to find that abode were we can abide no matter were we may be - physically or spiritually.
And like Aireal I long to 'go all the way in' but find something within that prevents me, or makes it seem a 'troublesome thing' to take those few final? steps.
Why do we do this to ourselves??
Life for me Is a mystery At times I find.
Dennis ( who has been away too long...) ---------- 'If you put your heart to it you can do most anything'
You said "My plea is: What is the answer to the way forward?? Is there an answer?? How do we take flight when our wings have been(seemingly permanently)clipped? and when our 'spirit's' voice is blunted? Or rather our hearing of it??
It may well be true that 'we can never go home' but like most I am looking to find that abode were we can abide no matter were we may be - physically or spiritually.
And like Aireal I long to 'go all the way in' but find something within that prevents me, or makes it seem a 'troublesome thing' to take those few final? steps.
Why do we do this to ourselves??"
There are many deep and difficult questions included in the above -
so my question is What do you need and what are you lacking and what are you afraid will happen?
I know how difficult it is to "write" and be understood,compared with conversing in person or on the phone....so I hope these Q's make sense to you. Much love Dennis....Patricia
Why do we do this to ourselves? made me think and feel like this; Why do we kill ourselves? With every judgement, with every bit of deep(est) sorrow, with every fear we feel...Why do we disvalue ourselves instead of singing with joy and laughing and playing? What wounds do we carry and of what wounds are we so afraid that we instead of seeing them keep on wounding ourselves...Why do we punish ourselves with wounds which do not exist? Love, the spirit says is the answer...To the question which actually doesn't exist...
