Sunday, July 17, 2011

Flowing

The wind is pulling at me
When I listen
When I stop to feel

But I spend most moments
Striving against it
Leaning in to it
Stubborn to push my will
Against its
Implacable
Force

The headaches come
A mace to my brain
But I ignore them and
Push on

The tension
Hardens my shoulders
And pinches at my back
But I set my chin
And push until I cannot push more

Only then
When I am out of my own steam
When I have been overcome
And think it is all over
Do I lie in the sand
Defeated
Quiet enough to listen
To the tiniest of voices
Still enough to feel
The softest of breezes

Only then do I realize
I was resisting the flow
Of the world
Of my life
Of the divine
And missing the path
Of my own destiny.

3 comments:

  1. Now you are starting to understand some of what I feel deeply. Makes no sense to resist the elements for I am but a spec yet at the same time in giving over to them and go where they take me, i have conquered that which I once resisted. That, this piece, as I understand it to be is the birthing of silence within an always go go go mind.

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  2. Ahhh... I really liked this one.

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  3. It's this silence I have longed for, Walking Man. I tend to get so goal-oriented that I lose sight of what something means, as if traveling in the wrong direction because I'm too busy fretting to listen, to feel the direction I should be going.

    Thanks, Jeff. I hope the silence speaks to you, as well.

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