I offer some prose for you, to take you away from where you are right now. Imagine for a moment that you are here, inside this short poem. The “I” the poem begins with is…you. Imagine you are young enough to easily climb. Strong, supple, fearless. Ready to discover and explore. To see something new. To feel something new. Let go, if only for a moment…
I am climbing higher
up into the tallest branches
beyond all those
that walk the flat land
higher and higher
until I no longer hear them
until their words
fade into the wind
almost a part of the clouds
a part of everything
how can that be
where would I be
there is no higher to climb
I wrote most of this on the spot, in response to knowing it needed a place to live. So, I’m giving it to you. You get to decide what it means, if anything.
It makes me wonder about gifts and giving. Where do gifts come from? Are they given from the heart or from somewhere else? Which ones mean the most or are they all the same?
A smile, a hug, a new Mercedes Benz. What gives them value?
Is it more fun to be the giver or the receiver? Does the cost matter?
I ask myself lots of questions. I don’t always have the answers, but it certainly opens me up to ponder them.
What questions do you ask yourself? Do they open you up? Do they bring you closer to heaven?
I am often told that I ask good questions. By that, I believe folks mean that what they hear opens a part of them that had previously been closed off. Unavailable for them to access, preventing them from recognizing a part of their truth. Something they needed to grow, expand or to brighten their world.
What would brighten your world?
Is there a tree you would like to climb? One that would take you higher and higher, to a quiet place? If you find this tree, remember, you are strong enough, supple enough and fearless enough to climb and see above, perhaps even to a part of heaven.
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