If you truly want it, ask
To find what’s needed, seek earnestly
Take the initiative, step up, knock
On the door to the future
The words are easy to say
The actions are hard to take
When all thoughts, impulses and feelings
Rise up, swirl around, and converge
A mass of competing and conflicted
Urges, regrets, desires, sorrows, hopes, fears
Contracting, constricting my ability to breathe
Expand, fogging my capacity to think
In the midst of overwhelming emotion
Stalling any and all forward momentum
Quelling and quenching the fire within
Leaving one faint and sputtering spark
To fuel the energy and effort
To ask, to seek, to knock
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Ask, seek, knock. We can’t just be curious. . . we have to take action too. Well said.
Nancy
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Thank you.
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In the midst of all that whirls around in our heads, it’s sometimes hard to remember to break out and ask or knock! Well said! (and I love what you said in that reply just above…about what’s going on in our heads being a vacation for someone else…isn’t it always interesting what others see in us that sometimes we can’t!!?!}
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Adrienne,
You are so right. Although, in my case it’s less about remembering to reach out and more a function of having isolated and ostracized myself to the point that there is a shortage of those to hear my request and a willingness to answer the knock. Thankfully, that seems to be in transition, to a small degree.
It is good to hear other people’s voices to countermand my own.
Be well,
Kina
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Another lovely poem. Thanks for sharing it Kina!
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Spark on…no crackling campfire can begin without them. As ever, concise and into the heart of it. Thoughtfully done. Dan
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Thank you Dan.
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dinada. As I work in 20-minutes here and 30-minutes there in birthing tomorow’s post, you have become a mental vacation I can check into for awhile and then? It’s all better. You are so very cool. Dan
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Wow. It’s odd to think that the thoughts in my head and the life I live can be a vacation for someone else when I wish I could get away from them most of the time. Good to know and I can’t wipe this incredulous grin off my face from the knowledge. It takes one to know one. You are among the kings of cool in my book.
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