Thursday, July 22, 2010

Perspective, shifting

When my focus is this narrow,
I only see how alone I am,
a tiny vessel,
afloat in a sea of self-doubt,
and yet, stepping back,
those patterns begin to take shape,
resolving into other masts
of other boats,
equally self-absorbed
and yet, all tethered here
in this quiet marina,
safe from the storms,
bumping gently against the same dock,
each dreaming of her solo flight;
a bold presumptuous dash,
leaping before the waves
with sails unfurled to the thrill of wind,
carrying souls across the open sea;
that passionate journey for which we were created,
in which we come alive
and know at last the fullness of our being.

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