Friday, January 28, 2011

Blur

























Indistinct.

Who am I?
I know more than I did.

The journey teaches.
It is wise.
I have feared this journey.
My body has feared this journey.

Sickness consumes a morphing self.
Sadness has engulfed.
It is difficult,
these past few seasons.
Very difficult.

The body cannot be neglected.
It is scared.
The soul cannot be drowned out.
It is mighty.

But now I suffer.

Sick.

What to do?
What to do?

The truth will set you free?
The truth has plagued me.

Turmoil.

I care.
Too much?
Impossible.

I care.

Emotion.
So much emotion.
The soul cries out,
through emotion.

I listen.
I have to listen.
So finally, I listen

to myself.


Embrace!

Anger and frustration melt away.
Being ill is beautiful.

Sickness is essential.
It steers.
I learn

to love.


Transformation.


All around me,
The spirit bleeds.
I am guided towards warmth.

The spring nears.
Soon I will heal,
and blossom.

Flowers.
Happiness.
Sun.

Life.


- Teddy Grahams


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