The pain of remembrance of Self
dreams and aspirations
that have long been taken,
washed away in a river of doubt.
Trying to swim through
the current of resistance
of giving breath and life
to what a heart is calling
one to do.
Can that rock be lifted
and unblock the passion?
Can those weeds of fear
be moved to unstop the
creative urge to express?
Turn, turn, turn
away from the condition
and in doing so it is found,
there is no river of doubt
no rocks that block the flow of life.
no weeds of fear.
There is only life Infinite in Its Nature
the Creative Urge cannot be
denied It’s expression.
CLauer
