Stepping out into a broader space
Leaving behind the familiar comforts of the rut
But, there I held sway, I was the master
Predictable, easy, except for the slow withering of my soul
Did my tricks to get my treats
But the former was confining and I had out grown it
Like a plant in too small a pot
Roots bound, tangled, seeking new earth
But to step out is to become weak again, to let go, to become a child
There was a brief thrill in the stepping out
Really it was a small thing made large by ego’s fear
But there was really no power there
Like a spider’s web it clung inciting primal fear
No power at all to resist a decision
But now the familiar is no more
Where once I was large now I am small, ignorant, and inexperienced once more
Planted in new ground hoping for the water and the warmth and the worms to do their work
The plane is large, expansive, might I grow to fill that new empty space
But the great Oak lives inside the tiny, shiny acorn
Food for squirrels or master of the Woodland
I am the Sower and I am the seed
It is not the breaking through that is the challenge
It is sitting still long enough to put down roots and grow in the new larger place
There are multiple buts in this process
But either way. Be Groovy!
