This is a poem in transition (being tweaked) about over coming fears that wrote itself between a dream and a surgery. What I derived from the poem is that I had to conquer these fears in order for my spirit to fully awaken to a life free of fear
1
The brown horse lunges. I cling to the mane as we
Shoot through a galaxy full of stars. But the ride is not
The point, neither is the horse. It is that my fear of the horse
has to die or I will not know the power being offered me in
this life to move along the path.
2
The beam is nearly six miles up and the ocean below looks to
Be but a kiddie swimming pool. The baby squirms in my arms.
I lunge a toe over the edge, then a foot and then my body. There
Is a moment of hesitation before the water comes up to meet my
Body. And I float. But the beam is not the point
nor is it the swimming. It is that I have to die in the ocean
to see that I can live in the Ocean. If it is possible to swim
beyond fear, then I can achieve any spiritual means while
walking upon land in the human flesh.
3
The gas over takes my body with it's controlled flow. The
Sunlit day gives way to black. I count on my heart beat,
Clinging to it, as it rings out the minutes of surgery. I am awake
by all means, still lucid thinking loudly within my mind, answering
the doctor's questions while my body is sedated and locked into
place with no means to make it known that I am still alive. It is, I
suspect, as close to death as the living might come. I have to let
my spirit wash in that helplessness and essentially let it die in
order to gain perspective of the living mind. I had to learn
the language of the paroled spirit that is taken beyond life
minute by minute.
I have lived ever since
Poetry by inanna
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Written on 2009-08-21 at 12:57
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Awakening
Awakening1
The brown horse lunges. I cling to the mane as we
Shoot through a galaxy full of stars. But the ride is not
The point, neither is the horse. It is that my fear of the horse
has to die or I will not know the power being offered me in
this life to move along the path.
2
The beam is nearly six miles up and the ocean below looks to
Be but a kiddie swimming pool. The baby squirms in my arms.
I lunge a toe over the edge, then a foot and then my body. There
Is a moment of hesitation before the water comes up to meet my
Body. And I float. But the beam is not the point
nor is it the swimming. It is that I have to die in the ocean
to see that I can live in the Ocean. If it is possible to swim
beyond fear, then I can achieve any spiritual means while
walking upon land in the human flesh.
3
The gas over takes my body with it's controlled flow. The
Sunlit day gives way to black. I count on my heart beat,
Clinging to it, as it rings out the minutes of surgery. I am awake
by all means, still lucid thinking loudly within my mind, answering
the doctor's questions while my body is sedated and locked into
place with no means to make it known that I am still alive. It is, I
suspect, as close to death as the living might come. I have to let
my spirit wash in that helplessness and essentially let it die in
order to gain perspective of the living mind. I had to learn
the language of the paroled spirit that is taken beyond life
minute by minute.
I have lived ever since
Poetry by inanna
Read 526 times
Written on 2009-08-21 at 12:57
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