Maybe, Even In This Passage.... - Poem by Bullion Grey
Marooned on the surface of our life,
we become able to see the poem in our reality.
It is what we have been given for this day,
a kind of faith given to us through living.
To connect to yourself through humanity,
and to notice what we have is lovely.
The dialogue becomes the gift,
the blunder becomes the adventure of which we create.
The ache in our heart's is the story of our life.
But when it no longer has to be the story,
and we let all stories go, we realize it is not any story,
but the feeling of our hearts.
The truth is we all have been given some sadness, some pain.
We all get lost some where along the way.
But writing our thoughts and new ideas can help us let go of the pain,
of the story, and help us find our way.
We begin to know our own light and knowing we stand on our own ground. Then we can see we are all differently alike, alike - differently. The poem becomes a prayer,
and if we attempt the prayer without ceasing,
we find the Life giving source.
Then we are no longer marooned on the surface of our life.
We stop seeking and wait, then it comes to us,
in unpredictable ways,
even in this passage
you just read.
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