The wind is up
I hear it in the rigging
I feel it in the lively little dance
my boat dances beside the quay
I feel the wind in my heart as well –
Feel it tug,
as it tugs at
the boat's mooring,
at the lines of my heart...
It speaks to me
“Come and sail”
.
But I resist.
My boat is old,
I argue,
Its mast is cracked,
Its sails are threadbare
I cannot answer
The Wind’s call
But it is not my boat
That is holding me back
neither hull nor sail
prevent me from casting off
I could slip my lines
hoist main and jib,
racing my heart to
the farthest horizon.
I could but my head
will not allow it.
thus I cower behind
this persona
of sober prudence
that I have fashioner for myself
while my chained heart
longs for the open sea.
you wisely realized you yourself have created that prudent persona who seeks to stay within a safe comfort zone while something within you yearns to break free -- this is so right on the spot, it resonates with me...
During your lifetime you will get many chances to live it freely. One day though, that chance might be your last one. And you'll never know when that will be. So my advice to you is: Never pass an opportunity to do something that you truly wish to do. ~ Sara
It unites spiritual wisdom from the East and West to help readers experience Christ consciousness in the here and now. Combining the Oneness teachings of India with a fresh look at the New Testament.
This second revised edition describes, from Onlinesss Self Awakening perspective, the major Truth-consciousness realm-waves of transcendent Self Awakening
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Love Tinka
I like this one. What to do? Join the wind, or stay safe? Life is not without risks.......well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Susan
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gina
wonderful bittersweet poem...