How did I end up here?
Mind-blowing, I swear.
First, I was bare feet, running hills,
Grabbing fish by the gills.
Playing marbles, fighting the boys,
Making far too much noise.
Avoiding the kitchen,
Finding a far more justifiable ‘mission’.
Wear a skirt?!
How about trousers and a shirt?
Heels...
Or fishing reels?
Yuck! No one understands me.
Expectations of my destiny.
I’ll show ‘em the way,
Rebellion here to stay.
I fit here...
In this little square,
No, I don’t.
I will, no I won’t.
Squeeze me in this box tightly,
Jeez....how unsightly.
All bent up like a rusty old nail,
Out of kilter and bound to fail.
A restaurant in Barcelona, a book.
Will you take a look?
The Power of Now,
The pages I plough.
The heaviness of the past,
Sliding in thick and fast,
“I think”,
And then gone in a blink.
The secret revealed,
No more need for that shield.
I am the role play which is that,
I am thin, I am fat.
A new day,
The Tao, ‘The Way’,
One moment please,
Nothing to resist or squeeze.
For I am,
Not a sham,
Not an idea.
I am now and here.