Set free
And then there were two ( or more )
We circled around…
pushed and pulled….
teased the fire….
neither wanting to give up!
Each perched ( though precariously)
on our own mounds of riteousness and morality
building that deceptive mountain grain by grain!
Unable to see or understand
that the other also had a fair claim!
Relief came when the dance changed the rhythm and rhyme
thankfully and with a sigh (from me) we bid adieu
Or so I thought !
until the next mate appeared
the dance beginning anew
the staleness of this cycle hardly impressing
itself on me or you!
Until it did become old and came to full view!
Until the rhythm threatened to pick up pace but refused to die
Until the relief of change ran and did hide
struggling and hurting the dance mates did continue
neither admitting that a rest would do!
It was Grace that intervened
One day I confronted the inner police
that there was a higher purpose AND that it must reveal
the unfruitful toil had gone on a long time
it must fess up inturn and accept defeat!!
What I learnt that day
I couldn’t ever forget
I bowed to the divinity in the other that day! 💕
No logic could intercede so Grace it must be !
I was dragged up a mountain by you
and set free that day when I bowed to the divine in you!
🙏🏼In acknowledgment and with a spirit of gratefulness to all my sparing mates but dedicated to those mates (internal and external) who got my goat and gifted me this new way to be! 😀