Desperatly attempting to mold
close the doors and keep my path narrow
close the doors and keep my path narrow
Staring at the ground
afraid to raise my head
Repeating the possible outcomes I have been fed
afraid to raise my head
Repeating the possible outcomes I have been fed
What if all of a sudden you look different?
What if the feeling of you would change?
What if the feeling of you would change?
Do I look different from where I have arrived?
For sure its not my common space
I wonder, have you also found your place?
Desperatly attempting to mold
the attempt is starting to failFor sure its not my common space
I wonder, have you also found your place?
Desperatly attempting to mold
Mountains of ice are melting
the running rivers are crystal clear
yet I wonder, will I run past,
or find you somewhere?
the running rivers are crystal clear
yet I wonder, will I run past,
or find you somewhere?
We are always desperately trying to mold ourselves into something, keeping the doors closed and our paths narrow, we are afraid to raise our heads. Were we to do otherwise we would leave the confined spaces where we feel claustrophobic yet at the same time on familiar grounds. We find the familiar reassuring even if it causes us numbness, loss of vitality and misery. We are reluctant to leave what we know; our worn out habits, our little addictions and obsessions, all the routine patterns of emotions and thoughts that maintain us safe in charted territory.
ReplyDeleteWe desire change but find it frightening for it is easier to remain with that which is familiar than to thrust oneself onto the unknown. And this is what I sense this poem to be all about: the unknown path. The title really sheds light on what is sought out here; it's the path of self-discovery.
The way to inner transformation is to leave the routine and the familiar by embracing the unknown. It is then that we are surprised, realizing all of the sudden we are no longer in a space that is known to us:
For sure its not my common space
I wonder, have you also found your place?
Then and only then, once we dare to take this unknown path, once we dare to face the unfamiliar, once we dare to face our own dark side and open up to our shadow that something absolutely unexpected happens:
Mountains of ice are melting
the running rivers are crystal clear
The mountain of ice all of a sudden unfreezing seems to be a powerful and very precise metaphor for the release of all the vital energy that has been held captive inside each one of us. It's a breakthrough. It’s the blessing and offering of the unknown path; it is the crystal clear rivers of our own being that start freely running.
This is the epiphany of us awakening to our own true nature.