Truth, is

I am tired of myself this way,

whining at the world in expectation

of a salvation delivered.

 

I am tired of myself this way,

shuffling from one unfinished room to the next

waiting for inspiration to move me to action.

 

I am tired of myself this way,

proclaiming meaningless truths to those I love

unseeing of the precious time I have wasted.

 

I am tired of myself this way,

finding roots of the undesired

run deep in my bones.

 

I am tired of myself this way,

failing to name what I am

and what I desire to be.

 

The hardest surrender

is to let go of that which is not named

and to be unknown even to myself.

 

 

2 thoughts on “Truth, is

  1. I find it helps to be gentle with myself, to “try softly,” and remember that there are long periods of gestation when it appears we are just wasting time or lost, but in fact there is much Becoming going on deep within. The route isn’t always linear, is it? In the meantime, as we wait for answers, laughter helps. Lily Tomlin said, “I always wanted to be somebody, but now I realize I should have been more specific,” which certainly speaks to how I sometimes feel.

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