I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Monday, April 10, 2017
the futility of flight
“Flight usually intensifies the very thing one flees and
establishes a special intimacy with it.”
Thomas Moore
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There is so much she wants to do
So many places he wants to go
All of life lays out there
For the taking
For the living
But there are fears to be blocked
And pain to be denied
There are thoughts that haunt
Which must be hidden from
and so
with the intensity and focus of a young lover
he spends his days shutting down the voices in his head
and so with desperation she runs
from her fears
and all energy consumed
they embrace that which destroys
and in the grim and intimate grasp
those things which erode and destroy
they watch as life eludes them
perhaps there is a better way
where flight is banished
and one embraces for a moment
those hungry ghosts
and then lets them go
that with empty arms, and open hearts
they might embrace
what they care about
and do the things they want to do
and find the life
that has for far too long
eluded them
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