The Pond
At last, a small stretch of the universe to call our own. Not some big crashing ocean or an endless vista but a modest pool we can get our psychic arms around. Our small plans can become big plans; or not. As we let go of our fear of the future we realize how the inevitable knowledge of our own smallness and mortality has been holding us back. Like an animal puffing up fur at the sight of a predator we have been attempting to make ourselves bigger. Now that gambit has visibly failed as we have sapped ourselves of flexibility, suppleness and strength. We are too easily exhausted and overwhelmed. But in the pond, we can swim end to end. We can explore the entire bank. We can claim it as our own. That doesn’t mean we will never travel, acquire, experiment or dare. It means that in mindfully exploring our Now we will accept and celebrate its edges as we define and refine our own. “My world is joy”
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
Alysse aallynpoet...playwright... Archives
September 2022
Categories |