Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Tell it to the sky

Fly, fly, little one – tell it to the sky
and find comfort in the arms
of one who understands
it’s a question of perception
of reality.


The rock could be me and the sea the need of love 
to chip away relentlessly at incorrect beliefs 
or I could be the sea moulding and arranging 
the features of my soul.

Either way I’m changing, receiving, letting go, 
opening and closing like the come and go of waves 
while still remaining steadfast 
on the sand of mother earth.

But I age and shrink my bones 
like rocks pummeled by the sea 
until internal energy has no more need of flesh 
and escapes into the atmosphere 
of prepared future roles.

And the sea? That too is me avowing my stability 
though I be embroiled in the ebb and flow of life 
bringing in and taking back my innate belief 
in the permanence of love.


Fly, fly, little one – tell it to the sky
but the sky understands the laws of dualism
in force and relevant until it’s necessary
to unite and create a different perception
of reality!

2 comments:

  1. "And the sea? That too is me avowing my stability though I
    be embroiled in the ebb and flow of life bringing in and taking
    back my innate belief in the permanence of love."

    Heavy wisdom!
    Nice write Helen.

    JL:)

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  2. Hello, JL! Thank you so much for reading. I've never thought of wisdom as being heavy before but, yes, of course it is and it can be the making or the breaking. I'm still here! :)

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