I met a man said
Truth
Is a pathless land
I could not disagree.
Suddenly a weird madness captured me
With empty hand I wondered in strangeness
Through a disturbing dream
Without my truth
How could I be seen?
I would be invisible to the naked eye…
How ever will I find it?
How ever will I…
Find my truth?
Its not your’s replied an acorn
Bouncing off my head.
The sting stung and soothed.
I was moved.
This was the place I had to start
Because a broken heart
Is an open heart.
I walk the beauty way now brother
I honour your path
The guest is free to come and go
And I am never alone
I wait no more.
At your front door.
Shocked,
That it was never locked
Written by Michael Dale
A life long student and teacher in the art and science of inspiration – My mission is to help people get and stay inspired. Why – because the more inspired people there are in the world the more beautiful a place it is to be. My vision is organizations made up entirely of individuals inspired to create legacies of lasting positive change for future generations.
My life’s journey has been about crossing the bridge from internal conflict: addiction, shame, fear, sadness, anger and low self-esteem. To insight and the golden realization that all of this pain connects me to something greater than myself. It is the precious lead that I continue to turn into gold.
I believe that under the fear, anger, sadness and shame the traumas of life inevitably pile upon us, beats a radiant, molten core of ecstatic joy. We call it the Heart. Accessing that core is the key to transformation and sustainable inspiration. I honor your path fellow traveller, walk it well and true.
Learn more at www.mrmichaeldale.com
2 comments
awesome…
Stunning poem 🙂