Two voices
Craving union inside me–
One, the whimsical voice of dreams
The escape from the world into clouds of stars
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The other, the grounded voice of truth
Just waking up
But not yet steady
On her feet
About the Creator
A telegram to Little Me
I acquired a magical souvenir; it was a realisation. By taking an impulsive trip to Thailand, I awarded myself the chance to have it. You are our own gift shop. You choose the opening times, you choose the stock. They are the very nature of wisdom, realisations. One could say we collect them and form a magnificent portfolio entitled Experience. And that's why we do the majority of things we do. But travelling is the act most generous in the offering of experience, the gift shop with the best stock. We go on the hunt for experiences, daring ourselves to be stimulated in new ways, by new flavours. To sweat, swim or shiver in the waters of new challenges. To hear new sounds, learn novel outlooks, and relish as hinges creak with unknown doors opening in our hearts and minds. This realisation and the flourishing effect it had upon me made Thailand my best trip yet. All this realisation consisted of was merely a stripped back epiphany of why we do these things. See new places, take new risks, seek refreshing distractions from all that we're tired of being familiar with.
By Konrad Kramp3 days ago in Wander
Comments (6)
All of us are parts of two halves of ourselves, like good and bad imps on both shoulders, whispering good and evil, at least that is my belief. This is such a heartfelt poem. So deep and soul searching.
I often feel like I have two opposing halves. So this, while different to my own duality, was brilliant!
I love this - the two voices, each clamoring for something so different within. To be on the journey even if not yet steady! I felt this one!
Where dreamy meets reality. I loved this!
May they find blessed union, your dreams giving breath & direction to your truth even as your truth gives flesh & blood to your dreams.
Love it !