I don't know about you,
but when I look back over the years I am surprised at how many major
steps I've taken in my life......how much time and energy I've
invested......and the extremes I've gone to........to meet societal [arrow] self expectations. I'm surprised at how limited I
thought my choices were; surprised at how I curled up just so, just
right (and how much practice that took) so I could fit myself most
neatly and appropriately into a box and ride on the cargo train. I'm
surprised at how many miles I traveled in that box and how attached I
was to the outcome.....the destination......waiting........
It makes me wonder ---- if people knew about the pasture --- would they choose to ride in a box?
Wine and breeze?
Into the Mystic
Foreward:
I thought of you yesterday,
at a gathering of gypsies.
Laughing, eating, drinking,
swaying…
all seeking their spiral
into the mystic.
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Perched on wooden flats
toes stretched toward the Sea
I find my Own whispering,
Same water
Same sky
Different tree
A big old girl
with one eye blind
shares breath with me,
Same cells
Same Hands
Different she
There’s a loose hem
in the leaves
I capture a lost ray,
Same sun
Same shadows
Different we
They’re swinging spider
hair blowing
safe and innocent,
Same hearts
Same rush
Different free
The song is about to end and
I’m singing again,
“…together we will float into the mystic…”
Same melody
Same Soul
Meet me