Tuesday, December 24, 2013

price


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

3 comments:

  1. Are you living in my head? Thank you for so eloquently stating exactly what I'm feeling.
    xo and hugs
    DiAnne of flying pink flamingos...

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  2. 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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  3. "The missing part
    The burst of right
    The spot of turquoise light"

    still love!

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