Inner Praxis
By Yutka
Wed, 13 Oct 2010
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Give yourself room.
Walk the way
between the swinging lanterns of grief,
of resentment, of rage.
Take the difficult path
that does not lead you to the waters
but climbs the hill
towards the jagged rocks,
the gaping valleys, through winds
of discontentment.
Breathe the sacred air
for you are alive and living means fighting.
Battle the selfishness, the inertia,
the tightness of emotions.
Free are those who grow
in the perception of self,
the knowledge of self consciousness
in gratitude for having been given life,
here, between earth and sky,
to walk the way from birth to death.
Fill your heart with love,
for all that there is and sing the song
of thankfulness.
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this flows a treat, like a
Permalink Submitted by littleditty on
this flows a treat, like a cool drink, refreshing :)
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Your poem makes me want to
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Your poem makes me want to say, how good it is to be
alive. Simply wonderful.
Jenny.
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A beautiful poem, could work
Permalink Submitted by maggyvaneijk on
A beautiful poem, could work as an everyday mantra for appreciating life and the self.
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Hello Yutka, I had a similar
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hello Yutka,
I had a similar experience, when Norman Wisdom died,
I was asleep, then all of a sudden I woke up, with
a need to turn the television on to the news, when I
heard of his death, words just seemed to come into
my head, I had to get them down. I wrote it down in
a poem and put it on ABC Tales. It is very strange.
So I know exactly how you feel. You take care, have
a good weekend. Jenny. xx
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