So here you are-- stuck in the desert --
and instead of drinking it in,
feeling the blaze of heat,
feasting your eyes
on what must now become
glaringly obvious,
what do you do?
More avoidance.
Retreat into your addictions
-- or, better yet --
build a dark and air-conditioned cave
so others can join you.
Set up housekeeping here, why don't you?
So much easier
than stepping barefoot onto the sand
and allowing yourself to feel
what you're REALLY thirsting for.
At this rate you'll never find your way back to the ocean.
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1 comment:
See my comments on your blogpost.
Imagine this poem rewritten with possibility and knowledge and self-confidence that the desert isn't such a bad place to be, if we understand it, let it teach us what we need to know, and have faith we'll come through it.
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