Moving on

The time is eventually up for me to end my sabbatical from my blogging. I have traveled far and deep, more into myself than anywhere else to seek healing and rebuild myself spiritually and emotionally. This journey has been most fruiful during the last 10 days or so. How little did I understand the strength that God has bestowed upon us humans, being the best of His creation. I praise Him for making me understand that all that I have gone through, and all the individuals I have met, loved and detested alike, were the greatest teachers customised by God and sent into my lap, especially for me. Some for a season, some for a couple of years, some for decades while others have lasted till this very day. That the only way to heal is to forgive ourselves and everyone and everything; and henceforth learn to love, without judging.

With this awareness and a renewed spirit, I am ready to continue on this journey of life, with the veil of judgment being removed from my vision.

I applaud and respect the person who has taken the chance and borne the accusations of betrayal in order not to betray his own soul and who has gritted his teeth and appear heartless when he disappointed another to be true to himself.

Many more lessons can surely be learnt..after all, a teacher once told me- "no problem no fun"

To the person whom I love and whom I hope one day will become my reality, I dedicate this poetry ,from the book by Oriah Mountain Dreamer, called The Invitation



It doesn't interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dreams
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
be careful
be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.

If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes."

It doesn't interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.