The Tapered Path

There was a natural taper to the path as it wound off into the distance. She was unsure if the path was right, was she going the right way or should she turn back and give up on ever finding herself. She sat for a moment, she’d come so far, given up so much, how could she possibly have chosen the wrong path. She thought about the intersection, the place the pathways crossed. There hadn’t been a sign but she had instinctively felt the path to the left was the one to take. She went back there in her mind looking at the place the paths crossed again, she was searching for clues, she was sure there would be one she had overlooked, nothing but a feeling. She thought about that feeling, felt it again, it had felt right, but now she just didn’t know anymore.

The journey was so long, much longer than she had hoped, much longer than they said and she was tired. It seemed that around every corner there was something else to trip her up, an upturned root, a hidden dip in the path or the enticing calls from the undergrowth. She wondered if the other path had been so treacherous, so unpredictable, she sort of doubted it.

She carried on, wary and tired but at the same time determined. She didn’t want to turn back, didn’t want to retrace her steps over the rough terrain. Hard as the journey had been up until now she felt somehow she was getting somewhere. Even the rest she had just taken, had been beneficial, it had given her time for reflection and introspection. although she didn’t know all the answers, didn’t know what lay ahead, she sort of felt restored and able to continue a little further.

It was around the next bend that she found the opening in the trees. Over in the distance a glistening pond, bathed in the light of the setting sun. Slowly she walked over to the pond and knelt to wash her face. Bending down, she saw herself, saw herself smiling through the glimmering ripples on the ponds surface. At this moment she knew she had been on the right path all along.

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Our Survival

Those things we fear, those awful things,

the ones that knock us down,

They are hard to bare and very unclear,

but usually how we are found.

I’m talking of the lightning struck tower,

that knocks us right off our feet,

With those fitful nights and awful dreams,

it’s so hard to go off to sleep.

Then after we usually find we survive,

it’s never as bad as it seams.

The nightmare of my impending doom,

is only played out in my dreams.

You see we’re trained to be fearful,

to always expect the worst ending,

Never account for survival it seams,

unless it’s on life we’re depending.

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Survive

Nature Lessons 117

Most of us carry around stuff that does not serve us such as outdated beliefs, imagined responsibilities, habits, dysfunctional relationships and other things that we no longer need. When we carry excess baggage around with us, it weighs us down and holds us up.  To reach our destination it is good to acknowledge and let go of that what we no longer need by just letting it fall away.

~ Liza


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Walk into the Future

 

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If I could take you to your future,

would you want to go.

Would you walk the path with me,

to see what it would show

Could you find that dream in you

and take us both to see.

Could we step into that land,

what will you show to me.

If I could help you paint it,

would you use the brush.

Would you paint the scenery,

clear without any fuss.

Can you tell me how it sounds,

can you hear the tune.

Listen very carefully,

you’ll hear the music soon.

If you could introduce me,

to the people up ahead.

Would you hear their laughter,

can you tell me what was said

The futures but a step away,

you’ll see it’s outline soon.

Prepare your heart for happiness,

you must make sure there’s room.

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lizalizaskysaregrey©2016

Changes

 

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I’m undoing those attachments,

to things upon this earth.

The estate agent is on his way,

to tell me what I’m worth.

It’s not about the money,

although I’ll need it on my path.

I’m reaching an understanding,  

of that which is the past.

I’m stepping out into the world,

my path has reached a bend.

Realising I have so much to do

before I reach the end. 

So I’m packing up my memories,

I’ll wrap them up to keep.

I can always pull them close to me,

as each night I sleep.

I’m changing what I do in life,

how I earn my money.

Some will say I’m quite mad,

the others think I’m funny.

I’m pulling it all in now,

what I know and have to learn.

I really feel the time has come

for me to make this turn.

Conflicting feelings, going round,

my head is in a spin

But then again excitement,

for the future to begin.

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lizalizaskysaregrey©2016