Our feet in the mud
our heads in the clouds
a mix of fears and dreams
instinct and blind groping
seeking
within
and without
an epiphany
which
simply
returns us
to the wholeness
with which
we started
out
We come from
atoms exploding
and colliding
-random or by design?
magic or miracle?
fate or Divine Plan?
starshine or angel dust?-
our inner truth
deeply residing
but ignored,
as if we have
an inner GPS
that we mistrust
We come here
part earth
part stardust
working so mightily
to move forward
to get somewhere
to do, to be, to strive
against
the mighty tide
upon which
we could
simply
ride
We forget
our souls
traveled here
through the galaxy
already knowing
the route
We forget
all the confluences
it took
to get us here
how many byways
and convolutions
our souls
had to
roam
we forget
that all our lives
as we are
journeying
we are
simply
returning
along
the pathway
Home.
Sherry,
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful journey.
Nicely done.
Pamela
Such a beautiful poem, Sherry. I love 'returnng along the pathway home.'
ReplyDeleteStill 500 miles from Home ...
ReplyDeleteThe loveliest thing I've read today!
ReplyDeleteTHANK YOU! For me to feel the way I am in this very moment. And for you to be of such a lovely presence in this epic time we are living.
Namaste
Thank you, gentle readers.....500 miles from home on a good day - some days it feels like only ten:)
ReplyDeleteSherry,
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed making this wonderful journey,through your beautiful words.
Sorry for my late visit, but I am limping from blog to blog, after knee surgery!
Best wishes, Eileen :)
Sherry-I love this, especially the end about the journey to the pathways home~ This was so beautiful, the science, the mystery blended with meaning! xXx
ReplyDeleteThis is the kind of poem which just fills me up. I especially love this stanza:
ReplyDeleteWe forget
our souls
traveled here
through the galaxy
already knowing
the route
This beautiful ride is a heavy load, Sherry! It got me to thinking. What if I finish before I get Home? Are there some roadside graves where I can be taken in?
ReplyDeleteBut we were born to not worry very much about these things. Enjoy the ride.
..
all paths lead home, yes, beautiful reminder.
ReplyDeleteYou remind me of community and thought that soothed me at the right time. Makes me smile.
ReplyDelete'..working so mightily
ReplyDeleteto move forward
...to strive
against
the mighty tide
upon which
we could
simply
ride..' if only we had good sense! I totally agree we really need to learn to go with the flow in this world, and learn to let ourselves be happy.
Oh, my dear Sherry, I hope this is true, because it's so beautiful, and feels so right, but I've been wrong before...
ReplyDeleteK
Know what?
ReplyDeleteStting here all tensed up, for whatever reason, I suddenly felt my shoulders going down and relaxing: you are so right in this magnificent poem: we are far too frantic in our search for our paths. Let's glide along instead of rush and run.
"as if we have
an inner GPS
that we mistrust"
such a brilliant line and concept.
Life comes a full circle! very well put
ReplyDeleteBeautiful to read and imagine!
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