I have had a reasonable life
I have been comfortable & cared forI have the “things” that people strive for and work to have, and a reasonable amount of these “things”
I have reasonable expectations, and reasonable goals
I get up in the morning and have a reasonable cup of coffee
I reason with myself all day long that I should be at peace with reasonable...
yet the truth scratches like a stray dog at the back door of my heart to be let in...
begs me to be allowed in....with it’s growing cries to surrender:
“The gig is up,” the sham revealed,
and my hideout finally exposed.
It's my fault because I was afraid from the beginning to be unreasonable and allow the power of love to wreck and ravage me for fear of my own undoing.
My deepest desire is that there be truth.and allow myself the basic and fundamental yearning to love, and be loved and yes, it seems unreasonable at times that I should ache for that.
I should just be happy with what I have...contented, because after all, on other levels...I am
completely and utterly
in love
with my life
and the way
I “become” here, and in who I am...
and
at least
I have that.
but do I?
The scratching again...the awful noise of
the truth
whispers
that
I have barely begun to live
barely begun
to experience life’s greatest gifts
without that
Is it unreasonable
to want more?
to think that I can grow and become a little more with every single day
and absorb every
single
beautiful
detail
of life
in every
single
joy
and sorrow
that I should
touch?
Is there not a lesson in
each and every one
of these?
and do I not want to share the joy
of my awakenings
with someone
who
i think
can rejoice in my
discoveries and I
in theirs bringing me closer to
the mystery of my own
meaning? Closer to the understanding and gift of my own wretched and beautiful existence?
Is it unreasonable to realize that a portion of my life is unfulfilled
and to call it
the way I now have been beckoned to see it?
Is it too late now? To realize
that I have erred, and taken a path that only
led
to this
discovery
and can I recover? Can they?
I never meant to hurt anyone.
Is it unreasonable now to
reclaim my life and
create a space
for the possibility of more?
A space for love
connection
acceptance
joy
abundance
peace
and forgiveness of myself?
I am drawn toward the unreasonable life after all....
I have never been one
to sit
for long
in the mundane
it
restless
uneasy
this is not to say
that I can not feel contentment and peace, but that is the emotional after life of being alive, and
to be alive
I must
dare to be unreasonable.
extraordinary...not ordinary
and ordinary is the shadow life
of the the reasonable life, and that I am sure...is not for me
We only get one chance after all.....
Did anyone
ever
accomplishor
relish
in their own
or another’s greatness
by being reasonable?
I am just a woman
who is finally willing
to
stand
in the place
where life can be
whatever I say
no matter
how terrifying
and alone
that sometimes feels.
And LOVE?.....
I have discovered
that I can
love
again
because
I am
willing to love
myself again
and give
myself
back
to the
truth
that lives
in the heart
I tried
to silence
long ago
because I believed
it was more “reasonable”
to think
that I
ever really
could.