Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Toward All That I Am


When I turn deeper into my separate self
and away from my connected oneness,
my discontent turns deeper, too.

I become unhappy, irritable, anxious,
impatient, angry, fearful, depressed.

When I turn toward all that I am,
I become like leaves turning toward sunlight.

2 comments:

  1. Poem

    I would like to empty
    The eye of
    Identity, but no matter
    How much sand I scoop
    Out, the hole keeps filling.

    [Disposable Poem December 22, 2010]
    Dr. Mike

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  2. Dr. M:

    There may be words that are as true as these, but I don't know of any that are truer.

    Thanks,
    H. K.

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