Poem: The Journey

This is a poem that describes a life's journey. Since we all share similar common human experiences of joy and pain, the poem, which is a metaphor for the unwitting errors we sometimes make in our lives.  The hope is that it will be as healing for any who resonate with it's problems described  and the solutions.

Because it was inspired, the poem stands as irrefutable proof of the inner self's, determined efforts to be heard and recognized. Speaking to the inner self, or being open to listening to that self as it communicates with us, allows us to be able to free ourselves and return to peace should our errors threaten to entangle us. The name "The Wise One" is the name that I call my higher self who calls out to me whenever i act lees than the good in me and also inspires me via my inner voice or my intuition. Often I am given Spiritual revelations or life lessons in those first few minutes as I lay in bed .ight after I awaken and before thoughts of the day ahead can crowd my mind.

Poem: The Journey - As told by The Wise One:  to Dominique harrier

This morning on awakening I decided,
that I needed to take stock of my life's journey,
and to reflect on the road that I had thus far traveled.

As I reflected I could see that my travels in life had usually been carefree.
And that I could count myself to be so much luckier than most;
I could see that that though there had been the valleys,
more importantly there had also been spectacular peaks.

And that I had always I carried within myself an unmistakable knowing,
that I was truly, unconditionally and profoundly loved-by The Wise One;
My ageless and all-knowing other self.
My companion, indulgent and benevolent, it seemed,
had more than a little to do with making easy the way.

On my journey there had been kindness given,
and kindness received.
And sometimes there had even been love.
From friends and from lovers though at times seeking
more love than they themselves had to give.
Ah Love; that was ever shifting, shape changing, transforming.
And yet always bringing it's healing gift.

Then there were the pure and innocent moments of happiness
Strewn along the journey like spring daffodils and blue bells, adding joy
to a crisp early spring day.
And oh, there were those moments of soul-gripping madness;
Those extravagant and dark red moments.
When all I wanted was the perfumed moments of bliss.
Even if they bore roses with thorns that were unsheathed.
even if I would later regret this.

So with my lungs filled with hope,
and my pleasant dreams floating on air,
I would allow myself to pause often,
just so I could inhale and admire,
the beauty of the vistas along my way.
I would often give up heartfelt prayers of gratitude,
for the ease and the joy of each day.

Yet at times in the stillness, The Wise One would whisper to me,
"you could be so much happier, you could truly be free."
And though I wondered and wondered, it was nothing that I could see.

And all in time, as is inevitable, and as every traveler full well knows,
Those useless stones that I had picked up,
and unthinkingly placed in my pockets,
were now rapidly increasing in weight.

Now my road and my path were suddenly becoming more arduous;
As the thorns from the errors, and the rocks of experiences,
and love not really received, just the illusion,
had finally began weighing me down.

At first the weight was barely perceptible,
However eventually I came to see.
That all had been deliberately placed on my path,
by none other but me.

And the path, originally pleasant and gently winding,
had become a steep and treacherous slope,
and a never-ending circle.
returning me each time unfailingly, to where I had set out from,
an increasingly lengthy time before.
Again and again I would set out,
only to wind up exactly where I had been before.

And little by little over time,
the weight of the rocks I had placed in my pockets, was becoming unbearably worse.
From those rocks of unresolved issues,
and the thorns from the roses of experiences.
Registered deeply and painfully just below my conscious awareness,
as wearisome unnecessary loads.

In time I was no longer as straight or as erect, as I had hitherto been.
Nor was I able to be as sure-footed and fleet,
to evade the rocks on my path, that now cruelly bruised my feet.

I, without thinking had gathered those rocks.
intending at first, only to move them out of my way.
So how in God's name, I wondered, were they now making me lame.
And in the soft sobering stillness, The Wise One again whispered to me,
"you could be so much happier, you could truly be free."
And as I wondered and wondered, and wondered,
it was something that I could finally see.

So I stopped to rest for a while from my travel
And perhaps to unload just a few of those rocks,
Just enough to allow me, maybe to gather up some joy once more.
T'was then that the Wise One spoke more loudly,
"You could be so much happier."
" You could really be free."

It was evident that I should no longer,
again take up my wearisome load.
but where now to neatly place all these obstacles,
so that I as a traveler could once again enjoy my road.

The Wise One said now with urgency;
"Just leave them right there on the road."
They are not yours to carry around anyway, so you really should just put them down."
"So that all the joy that was planned for this journey,
can be yours at last to live and to own."

Then ever so softly as finally I heard the message ,
The Wise One whispered once more;
"You could be so much happier.'
"You could really be free."

And so as I gleefully ran, leaving those rocks behind.
That troubling weight that I had now left there on the road.
I swear I could hear the wind now echoing The Wise One,
in tones tinged with laughter and gaiety;
"You could be so much happier."
"You could really be free."

The faster I ran, the clearer I heard it;
The Wise One was cheering me onward,
"You can now fly so much higher, now that you really are free."
"Now that your wings have been mended,
You should soar with all of your might."
"Remember all that is needed to do this,
is to intend it, and I will make it right."

"Now that you've learned how to fly high,
Your wings you always must use."
"To soar to those places you were meant to be."
Now that you are so much happier, now that you really are free."
"Soar high above all the chaos and strife."

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