And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud
was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Anais Nin
Sometimes when the
worst of calamities happens,
all that we can choose
is how we rise.
Those are the days of fire and ice
that hone us,
push us to make the leap,
and make us wise.
Dear fellow voyager,
if you are clinging
to the very end
of the very last branch
on the tree,
in fear of falling,
just rest, and trust
life's cycle.
All will be well,
and help will come
to thee.
Remember, Traveler,
this is the soul's journey.
If we lock ourselves away
too high a price
we'll pay.
Safety can in time
become a prison.
We sometimes travel blind
to find our way.
At first you think
you'll never trust another,
for he might wound you
like the last, who was untrue.
But in the end
you're likely to discover
the only one
you need to trust
is you.
Despite ourselves,
that early sun will warm us,
and slowly we'll unfurl
those icy leaves.
We have to grow.
To stay the same will harm us.
We're at our best
when we
the most believe.
A bud may wish to stay closed
for a season.
If it fails to open, it withers
on the vine.
Unfurl your bud.
Come out to meet
the sunshine.
Expand in the warmth,
dear little bud.
It's time.
for Mary's prompt at What's Going On - Choices. Traveler has learned a thing or two about choices. The phrase "too late smart" springs to mind. LOL. This poem is an updated version from my Traveler series.
I really like this poem, Sherry. It has a lot of wisdom. My favorite words are:
ReplyDelete" But in the end
you're likely to discover
the only one
you need to trust
is you. "
I also like:
" Unfurl your bud.
Come out to meet
the sunshine. "
Such wise advice!
I like it. I think some people need encouragement to unfurl and some need encouragement to furl, to calm down and shut up and try to grow some of those missing circuits in their brains...but this is a lovely poem for people like us who have bagworm-like tendencies already.
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Sometimes when the
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all that we can choose
is how we rise... so relevant to today's multi-chaos... "safety can in time become a prison"... wise words, Sherry... they speak to the times.
"Despite ourselves,
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and slowly we'll unfurl
those icy leaves.
We have to grow." Aha...wonderful, Sherry. There is always the Sun. Thank you.
A beautiful poem expressing a lot of wisdom
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A poem so full of wisdom that I would choose to include it in my teaching! Thank you, Sherry, for turning your experience into a powerful poem.
I love how this poem blooms as it grows and that essentially it is our choice to try to flower in the world - Jae
ReplyDeleteI love your grounded and balance way of looking at things, Sherry. It is true that we can overcome anything and learn from it, to help us improve our future, ‘push us to make the leap, and make us wise’. Since the pandemic, I have learnt that safety can become a prison; aqua aerobics and swimming at the local leisure centre have given me back some confidence to unfurl my bud.
ReplyDeleteI love the hidden tidbits of wisdom. Safety can indeed become a prison when we fail to venture outside of boundaries we created in fear.
ReplyDeleteFavorite tidbit of wisdom
the only one
you need to trust
is you.