Beauty and love
The path of life is paved with rosewater perfume and crimson jewels.
And, it is littered with detours and derailments that seem to take us off course when we least expect it. Shattered. Bewildered. Lost.
How do we find our way? There is rarely a clearly marked path that says, “this is the way, my friend.” Or, at least a path or message that we notice or hear. If you hear a dissonant cord in the not too far distance, it is most likely well-meaning friends or family members, or bosses, or anyone, pointing their fingers, commanding us to make up our minds and get on the way. Don’t listen. To them.
Stop. Wait. Rest. Resting turns into sleep. We awaken from a dream.
Did we even know we were this tired? So tired.
Lay down here, my precious one. Sleep, dream, rest.
But don’t stay asleep for too long, there is a life to be lived and nectar to be drunk.
What are you waiting for?
copyright 2009 Alisa Barry
And, it is littered with detours and derailments that seem to take us off course when we least expect it. Shattered. Bewildered. Lost.
How do we find our way? There is rarely a clearly marked path that says, “this is the way, my friend.” Or, at least a path or message that we notice or hear. If you hear a dissonant cord in the not too far distance, it is most likely well-meaning friends or family members, or bosses, or anyone, pointing their fingers, commanding us to make up our minds and get on the way. Don’t listen. To them.
Stop. Wait. Rest. Resting turns into sleep. We awaken from a dream.
Did we even know we were this tired? So tired.
Lay down here, my precious one. Sleep, dream, rest.
But don’t stay asleep for too long, there is a life to be lived and nectar to be drunk.
What are you waiting for?
copyright 2009 Alisa Barry
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