by Sandra A Davis
Friday, June 08, 2007
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Most people find it difficult to trust others. When we do there are always conditions. This poem relates to my own journey of trusting unconditionally.
Had you ever considered the cost of the Universe loosing trust in herself.
It seems such a bizarre thought that this could ever occur.
You see even if it could occur then is it not possible that I could let go of my own mistrust.
Forever she externalises the emotion of trust.
Pushing, pushing it away.
Does the sun trust?
Does it trust that it will continue shining in the sky or that the right environment will be there to continue life?
Trust is such a wanting, a need, a sick thought of pain.
For my universe only continues to trust the pain I create.
Trust not the brilliance I am, that I can be.
The dying process of the physical is a letting go of self.
Of trusting, all is as it should be, in this moment all is revealed, realised.
Is it such a bizarre thought to bring this moment into your being?
Every moment of my existence, only then can trust be trust in the moment, when the essence of trust is felt, in the certainty of letting go.
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|Reviewed by E. Richardson
|trust is a rare commodity now a days...it is so sweet when it is there...it is so painful when it is broken...I like this piece of yours...well written and evocative.|