Dance of Being

 


Again and again I imagine that I have escaped from my personality, and again and again I am caught up in its meshes. 

I have come to recognize, whether I like it or not, that there are certain factors in me which are not subject to my volition and that I,

 However free I may appear to be, as a phenomenon am only a factor in the structure of the world.

I delight to-day in the curves which the fishes describe in their whizzing flight from wave to wave.

Again and again I rise,
Imagining myself free
From the familiar nets of my personality,
Yet returning inevitably
To the woven threads of my own nature.

I have come to realize—
Reluctantly yet wisely—
There are forces within
Beyond the reach of my will.
Though seemingly free,
I am yet a ripple
In the vast ocean of the cosmos,
A factor intricately placed
Within the universal structure.

Today, rather than resist,
I delight in the curves of the fish
As they leap joyfully, gracefully,
From wave to glistening wave—
A beautiful acceptance,
A dance in melody
With all that simply is.

Being.

Me.




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