Once upon a time there was a young girl
Gleaming eyes but a shadowed heart
She was beautiful
Though she felt ugly and alone
Many were by her side who loved her
But they did not love her well
She became lost and weary and fell into a deep pit
Forever scrounching to get out
She reached her hand up to the top and saw light
Excited she finally made it to the top
This is what she worked for all her life
Surely someone would value and esteem her for that
She was wrong, and she was wrong over and over
Many times the same lesson
Hadn't she learned
She would try many things, but nothing changed
Feeling crazy, she gave up
Gave up on life
Gave up on love
Gave up on humanity
Rolled in a ball
She prayed as hard as she could for answers
Healing, help, understanding
For unlimited days, and unlimited nights
Then a small voice said, "Don't give up, I am your friend"
Her ears perked
What of this voice, who was this friend?
The friend of self!
Yes, she would plod on, the voice was her true self
No one is perfect, time to let that go
Seek to understand, rather than to be understood
The voice reminded her
Yes, she had awakened!
To what?,A renewed purpose
Beyond need, she was tired of need
Surely her purpose, was not about her
The beaver, keeps her busy
The eagel, keeps her sharp
The turtle, keeps her steady
And life keeps on going, whether she does or not!
Many would say this young woman, grew to be wise
But even the wise, make mistakes
She could become, what she disdained
Or she could rejoice, in what she loved
The moral of the story
You can be here or you can be there
But you can't be here and there
And be happy!
You can be dumb, or you can be wise
But you can't be wise without
First being dumb
And be learned!
peace, love & healing
angellover
