Turn

We connect with our deepest self; who we really are.

Turn

We forget.

We sing along with our self, the little one, the imaginative smile, the song of our creation.

We connect with our deepest self; who we really are.

Oh, we forget.

We are now who we think ourselves to be.

Separate.

Individual.

Silently say your name.  That’s who we think we are.

And we want, oh we want, to connect to that former knowing, that open space, that emptiness, that brilliant clarity.

We who are awakening–those of us not awakening abruptly–softly or violently move between extremes.

As we awaken, the extremes of individual and emptiness often accelerate.

We connect with our deepest self; who really are.

And now?

Where are we?

Identified with a thought that dismisses us into a self, a category, a simple movement?

Or do we remember, truly remember, who we really are?

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6 thoughts on “Turn

  1. Lovely! I particularly loved this line: “Silently say your name. That’s who we think we are.”
    I could feel the urgency of your soul, wanting to be free in the lines, as your wrote this. Great write!

  2. What a fine line we walk at times, in remembering who we really are, minus labels and catagories, yet living in the “real” world. But how real is the world, really? It spins continually, forever, whether we remember, or not.

    So we might as well forget. And be true to ourselves.

    Thank you Kathy, for more wonderful reminders. 🙂

  3. Getting it and loosing it. . .over and over and over again. “And we want, oh we want, to connect to that former knowing, that open space, that emptiness, that brilliant clarity”. . .the wanting alone keeps it from us now doesn’t it. Ah yes, life – perpetual motion between the real and the unreal, such a deal, eh!!

  4. ‘We connect with our deepest self’ in so many ways and at different times and this poem says al that. I feel that I can relate to these words as like everyone I too forget who the real me is or do I even know?

  5. Just a big deep sigh for all that which seems to be different: the forgetting and the clarity, and the deep relief of moments in which even that difference, is not different. Or at least, not separate.
    Your words guided me on a lovely and wrenching journey. As they always do. And at the end, I am brighter and richer, and more of who I Am, delighting in the creativity of it all !!
    What a gift, you give us!
    So very grateful,
    OM

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