Take each stick Some are called shame Some are called guilt Some are called failure Some are called pain These ones are easy to find, they hurt more. They are glowing and apparent. Gather these first. Then look for the other ones hidden behind them. The twigs of should The branches of could The splaying sticks of why? And why me? Next, gather these. Once collected find the next ones. Tricky, small and haylike The broom heads of I am right I am wrong This is good This is bad I must be.. I need to be... I am meant to… You are meant to.. As long as I do … Take these too. You may notice how they are battered. From the beatings you’ve been giving yourself with them. Take each stick Take them now In love Surrender and grace And set fire to each and every one. Not one at a time, but all together Get it over with in one infernal blaze. No exceptions Save none Save yourself From the lie of yourself. Observe in the smoulder and ashes how you carry on living. Life is living you Like a wild horse that needs no domestication, no rider or beating stick to know when to run,when to walk, when to gallop or rest. You too were already born with this instinctual way of moving in the world. You will experience In this infinite space A Knowing without needing to know You will thrive. |
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