This poem grew from that moment of clarity. Where I chose without hesitation, but then realised that easy choice came from so many previous choices. Not always easily won.
There is a moment that awaits us all, a consequence of all we choose and practice.
Everyday gives us a chance to choose and practice. May all you choose and practice be increasingly in alignment with your deepest wish.
Wild Flowers - A Poem
I laid my mind to rest last night
It's persistent babbling
Had become tiresome
I stopped scrolling
Through that waste land
Other peoples posts
Comments and conclusions
That dirt dry field
Men gathered kicking stones
Gouging a groove
To give weight to mumblings
I learned to emulate
But the boy could never get the rhythm
Or the point
I laid my mind to rest
Last night
Giving up on fleeting and fickle worries
A quick review revealed
How few had ever come true
How many were bad remakes
Hashing over the original
Where I had sort the conclusion
Please tell me everything will be ok
So I did,
And it is
It always has been
I stepped away from that dusty field
And fell towards the greener pastures
Where wild flowers are blooming
The result of scattered seeds
From the increased and regular visits
Consequences of
A path,
A practice,
A way
Shown to me by those who know better
Because they reside in
What is beyond
Even this field.
I laid my mind to rest
Last night
Giving complete permission
To marvel at the miracle
Of me and of life
And of the life, that is me
To rest in wonder, in those wild flowers
My mind waited at the boarders
Kicking the dirt
Knowing I would return
But each time more reluctant
With each visit, the balance
It tips
As I discover how this fulcrum
Rests within my heart
Beside the longing for you
-jonospark