Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us most
We ask ourselves ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and famous?’
Actually, who are you not to be?
When we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fears,
our presence automatically liberates them.
– Nelson Mandela –
A cry calls out to me
A torrent of elixir engulfs me
Awake and sleep no more, it says
Listen and sleep no more, it says
A desert’s poignant lament haunting me, yet pastoral rusticity
A tidal wave’s merciless revelling drowning me or is it godly benevolence
Or perhaps just 2 smiling arms, inviting
Speaking to me, soothing yet incensing
I cannot tell if I have been healed or mortally wounded
I only know I grew wings and floated away
That cry calls out again
Ponderment dancing in a web
So many chances to take, it says
So many ways one can tumble, it says
Unburden your faithless faltering heart, dear one
Today tomorrow and always more than ever before
I will walk steadfastly beside you
Even though your light should in time incomprehensibly dim
As each ignorant generation callously moves on
And possibly never even heard your name