I just read this poem and thought it was lovely ......... The Core by Steve Taylor It can take a whole life time to become yourself years of feeling adrift and alone trying to be someone you could never be wearing clothes that don’t fit you stammering in a language you weren’t meant to speak trying to pass yourself off as normal but always feeling clumsy and unnatural like a stranger pretending to be at home and knowing that everyone can sense your strangeness and resents you because you don’t belong. But slowly, through years of exploration you see landmarks that you somehow recognize hear vague whispers that seem to make sense strangely familiar words, as if you had spoken them yourself ideas that resonate deep down, as if you already knew them and slowly, your confidence grows, and you walk faster, now you sense the right direction and feel the magnetic pull of home. And now you begin to excavate, to peel away the layers of conditioning to shed the skins of your flimsy, false self to discard those habits and desires which you absorbed until you reach the solid rock beneath the shining molten core of you. And now there’s no more uncertainty your path is clear, your course is fixed, and this bedrock of your being is so solid and stable that there’s no need for acceptance or belonging no fear of exclusion or ridicule and everything you is right and true and deep and whole with authenticity. But don’t stop. This is only the half way point – maybe even just the beginning. Once you’ve reached the core, keep exploring, but more subtly keep excavating, but more delicately and you’ll keep unearthing new layers, finding new depths until you reach the point which is no point where the core dissolves and the solid rock melts like ice and the self loses its boundary and expands to encompass the whole. A self even stronger and more true because it’s no self at all. A self you had to find so that you could lose it.
Posted on: Sun, 05 Oct 2014 20:45:52 +0000
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