Monday 2 March 2015

In Transit: A poem (about the effort required to get myself to yoga class using public transit...but not really)

In Transit

The ebb and the flow.
Ready to go!
But are you? Really?
How bad do you want it?
What efforts will you make?

What if things don't go as planned?
How to move onwards to the next land?
And land, you will
Unless. Of course.

You stay still.
Give up.

Following your heart does not mean that things will be smooth.
The path of least resistance resists,
when you fall out of the groove.
That etched out track, carved by those who've gone before.
Leading onwards, yes, but the waves still crash
when they finally reach the shore.

Sometimes violently. Suddenly.
No time to evade.
They'll knock you over. Hold you under.

Stay calm. Serene. 
Patience and Faith.
You'll rise back to the surface.
But you won't find your way...

You see

There is no way.
No right way.
No wrong way.

Tap in. To your heart.
Be silent and listen.
Each and every day.

Find the strength to take action.
For when the moment rises to meet you
 ride the crest of that wave.
Allowing the sea to reclaim what is true.

What is true?

The rise and the fall.
The ever and not.
Infinite moments of forever.
All of space in one tiny dot.
Life, death and love.
Vibrancy and then, rot.

We were born because stars died.
My birthright, soul bright, will not be denied.

I will die again!

Exploding with indescribable light.


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