Mind-Body-Spirit, Tide of Life
MIND-BODY-SPIRIT, TIDE OF LIFE
Sick at heart and weary of life,
I wandered down to the beach, waves
lapping gently at my ears
as if in sympathy with my worst fears,
empathising, too, with feelings
of being let down by a world always
making out it has my best interests at heart
if rarely even asking what they are...
I throw a pebble at a bright star
that has never done me harm, only ever
lit my way through the dark,
or had it lured me here, daring me leave
a world whose so-called 'betters' care
most about winning through at any cost,
barely token attention paid to Earth Mother
but for selfish ends and rewards?
Waves grown feisty, greeting me
by way of hailing a friend, as children do
when they sense a kindred spirit,
up for whatever, no matter grown-ups
left with no recall as to engaging
with grasshoppers or hitching a ride
on a daydream to some Never-Never Land
straight out of a favourite storybook
Approaching the sea's edge now,
white horses eager enough to take me away
from all this...what, exactly?
Failure, the humiliation gnawing away
at my insides, giving Death
advance warning of my arrival at its door,
on a white horse, too, if but to make the point
I could have done so much better...
I glance upwards, and Moon's face
meets my accusing look, holding it there
as if daring me to look away
before it has had its say, and I am all ears.
the sum of my fears overtaking
even an overwhelming need for such peace
beyond imagination at this, a last-ditch resort
in choosing suicide, the ultimate escapism
A familiar face, blinking back tears,
not least for a human race ever vulnerable
for its empathy with romance,
and wishful thinking, leading it a merry dance
across a Landscape of Hope,
no less evident in the poetry of moon by night
or sun by day, leaving humanity as free to accept
as renegade on its various responsibilities...
A careworn face, its cavernous eyes
conveying the darker prose of pain, loneliness,
despair and distress all humanity
knows only too well, yet also a heads-up
to a kinder, more caring side,
not above letting its hair down having fun,
inclined to positive thinking, less so to self-pity
for getting (far) less than it bargained for...
White horses, urging me to - whatever,
the star I flung abuse at still shining brightly
as if calling on an act of will to rise above
such negatives as humanity so loves
to fall back on by way of making excuses
for doing nothing rather than try, try, try,
and try again, nothing ventured, nothing gained,
(some platitudes worth considering....?)
Moon's face, now scarred by passing clouds,
looking further into me (and taking me with it)
than any journey by land, sea or air
while touching base with no distant eternity
but an inner Here-and-Now,
ours to chance as we may, write ourselves
into its Play on Words or take a back seat, blame
inactive sense for our lack of understanding
Suddenly, a new energy surge in me, at one
better than none, ready to face the world again,
if only to help dry Earth Mother's tears
the will to live and let live in me restored...
Labels: depression, fear, global consciousness, human nature, human spirit, life forces, love, mind-body-spirit, mortality, personal space, poetry, positive thinking, religion, self-awareness, society, survival
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