Travel East
in search of self
Half family extends
unexpected warmth
Is my identity here
with stranger-brothers?
I contemplate pausing
surrendering to other
But this is sleep-walking
the distance still remains
Journey has no end
till soul has purpose
and wisdom relieves
the wounded child.
(Submitted for Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt:identity. Image shows an old house with wrap around porch in monotone. From my personal collection.)
That last stanza wraps it up nicely. Well-done, VJ!
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Thanks Susi!
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You are so welcome, VJ!
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I love how encouraging this is, thank you. You are right – it is not easy to walk our paths but we must if we are to find satisfaction, or just stay sane, actually. Also the blue image is so lovely!
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Thanks so much! I appreciate you stopping by and having a chance to meet you.
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I love this.,
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Thanks Shreya!
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“and wisdom relieves
the wounded child.”
Sometimes that wisdom proves elusive.
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It does, indeed (says the 60-year-old author, still searching).
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Ah! Then I have to learn to be patient.
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Lol.
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What is most striking about your poem is the recognition of how easy it would be to “surrender to other”–but ultimately not satisfying at all.
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Thanks for noting that Liz – exactly my point.
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You’re welcome, V.J.
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Whether are not there is acceptance of oneself, life goes on. Live for today and let tomorrow find its purpose. Excellent piece, VJ, and thank you for joining in.
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Appreciate your added insight, Eugi. Thanks.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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Acceptance of self is a difficult thing, but it does bring peace..worth the journey
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I agree, Heather. Well worth the journey.
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Wherever you go, there you are.
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Well…most days…today’s I seem to be missing a few pieces…
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Look in between the couch cushions, that’s where mine end up.
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Hahaha- good idea.
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Guess each one of us, have an independent journey to live till the end. The lucky few get the company of others to accompany them along the path! But to believe that our absence is going to make a difference in their lives, is like living in a fool’s paradise! A few will mourn or pretend to mourn and life goes on…
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So true. Thanks for your insight.
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