life has weaved her magic
unobserved
there have been plantings
and harvests
and workers in the fields
and I have been blithely unaware.
life is making her journey through me
I am immersed in her weavings
gentle fingers working a tapestry of colours
while I scurry about pretending to live.
a river runs through me.
her waters are deep and clear
for she is unpolluted by fear and anxiety
I am carried downstream
a dreamer who is swimming by reflex
life meets me
before, during and after,
from time past
through the seconds that tick by
to the future unformed
yet known and planned in eternity.
life.
she lives
in me.
I am a passenger
with a license
to drive
from the back seat.
unobserved
there have been plantings
and harvests
and workers in the fields
and I have been blithely unaware.
life is making her journey through me
I am immersed in her weavings
gentle fingers working a tapestry of colours
while I scurry about pretending to live.
a river runs through me.
her waters are deep and clear
for she is unpolluted by fear and anxiety
I am carried downstream
a dreamer who is swimming by reflex
life meets me
before, during and after,
from time past
through the seconds that tick by
to the future unformed
yet known and planned in eternity.
life.
she lives
in me.
I am a passenger
with a license
to drive
from the back seat.
posted by billy at Tuesday, April 25, 2006
2 Comments:
are you saying you are out of control? or you're giving up the controls? or you never had them?
I like the "license to drive from the back seat" - just remember you get to choose who is driving.
Oh how I have proved this to be so true dear Gracie.. the last year has brought this into clear relief. Thank you so much for your love and gentle concern always pointing me back to the light.
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