Thursday, 27 November 2014

The dance of truth

As butterflies we go from flower to flower
Searching for nectar, from sunlight to bower
A searing presence, few moments at a time
Fleeting in intensity, reflective of its time.

What do I do? Asks the deep from within
What do I say? Ask the words therein
Do I allow the words to fly free
Forming sentences that would surely be me?


Do I instead rein them in?
Holding the patterns of thoughts within?
What would happen if the rails were set free?
Would it let loose a different me?   

What is it that sets the barrier line
From expressing who I really am?
A fear of loss, maybe perceived slight
A fear of rejection, all located in the mind.  


Vulnerability, that’s what I aim to hide
Covered in words & actions aimed right.
Little realizing that in doing so
I bury myself in images that mow.

Till I wake up & fling the covering layers
Taking courage in my hands, a self that dares
To be who I am, to say what I feel
Being truthful within, compassionately healed.




The dance of truth, flitting from bower to bow
Let loose on its flight & homing in low
Finding its restful place, completeness within
A kindred soul, met on the journey therein.

-              Ann Joseph

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