He remembers times past,remembers being sure footed and strong.
Nourished on green leaf, supported by many sure limbs.
He walked on bough and stem, holding them close to his heart,
Secure, cuddly, snuggled into sturdy branches.
Now he flits from bud to flower-
Sustained on little sips of sweetness
Struggling on a few spindly legs
Far from his bough, he is lost
Ambition weighs him down
Brilliant and strong and many-hued.
Years of evolution bear down on his back.
Ancestral dreams of flying high, voices that doubt he can make it
What destiny is this, this burden he carries?
From a distance, wings look like fun
But first, he must learn to fly.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Friday, January 07, 2011
Understanding
The worst kind of loneliness is when you speak your heart, and the words are lost in an un-hearing disagreement.
Awareness of a conflict. Realization of unhappiness. Words to clarify, words to help us grow into a greater understanding/ acceptance. A tentative move towards common growth. To me, this is the instinctive (and necessary) progression of relationships that matter. Most of the people closest to me seem to disagree though. More often than not, conversations end here. In an unquiet peace, an uneasy silence.
You tell me your thoughts, why you feel I was wrong/ they were wrong/ you were hurt/people hurt you. I listen. I feel your pain- trust me, I do. I know what it is like, to not be heard - To have your feelings drop away into nothingness because they didn't matter. You are angry and hurt, because your anger and hurt have never mattered to the other person. And you cry that you have never been understood, never been held. All you want is space to grow, someone to care unconditionally.
I listen to both sides. I remember the feel of cold winter tiles against my cheek, as I lay alone and cried over the two of you. If only you would hold each other and listen, none of us would cry alone.
Awareness of a conflict. Realization of unhappiness. Words to clarify, words to help us grow into a greater understanding/ acceptance. A tentative move towards common growth. To me, this is the instinctive (and necessary) progression of relationships that matter. Most of the people closest to me seem to disagree though. More often than not, conversations end here. In an unquiet peace, an uneasy silence.
You tell me your thoughts, why you feel I was wrong/ they were wrong/ you were hurt/people hurt you. I listen. I feel your pain- trust me, I do. I know what it is like, to not be heard - To have your feelings drop away into nothingness because they didn't matter. You are angry and hurt, because your anger and hurt have never mattered to the other person. And you cry that you have never been understood, never been held. All you want is space to grow, someone to care unconditionally.
I listen to both sides. I remember the feel of cold winter tiles against my cheek, as I lay alone and cried over the two of you. If only you would hold each other and listen, none of us would cry alone.
Sunday, January 02, 2011
A wish
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance-
and changes us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave…
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.
– Rainier Maria Rilke, A Walk.
A simple wish for the year that is to come- to feel the wind, and to remember inner light.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance-
and changes us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave…
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.
– Rainier Maria Rilke, A Walk.
A simple wish for the year that is to come- to feel the wind, and to remember inner light.
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