Why do we scourge ourselves for our humanness ?
For crimes real, temporal or imagined frailty ?
For silly weakness or our tender bruising
. . . for being in the wrong place at the wrong time
Or perceptions tainted & unsure
When do we let go and recognize
The toll was happiness
Happiness in all it's glory & divinity
When do we step up & fight
For
The missing part
The burst of right
The spot of turquoise light
Our cracks and fractures shift & part
As our broken bones & souls take flight
. . there all along apparent or veiled
There all along .
We are whole & complete
Every choice cuts to bone
So trust in your heart
And find your way home
For crimes real, temporal or imagined frailty ?
For silly weakness or our tender bruising
. . . for being in the wrong place at the wrong time
Or perceptions tainted & unsure
When do we let go and recognize
The toll was happiness
Happiness in all it's glory & divinity
When do we step up & fight
For
The missing part
The burst of right
The spot of turquoise light
Our cracks and fractures shift & part
As our broken bones & souls take flight
. . there all along apparent or veiled
There all along .
We are whole & complete
Every choice cuts to bone
So trust in your heart
And find your way home
Are you living in my head? Thank you for so eloquently stating exactly what I'm feeling.
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DiAnne of flying pink flamingos...
Thank you DiAnne. . . Well, by now I should not be surprised, as we seem in sync, in step on many things ! Thank you . . Love :)
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The spot of turquoise light"
still love!