My Soul . . . my Soul . . . where are you
I am alone, desolate, and lost
Divided, hollow, terrified, and torn asunder
How is it that we were ever parted
What pattern, design, or devise perpetrated this
On Me, on You, on Us
I truly did not know
I was foolish and ignorant
Most wretched in the cleverness of the show
I lived from day to day
All the while you called
You beckoned and warned
But I in my folly was blind
Too stupid to comprehend your most simple need
To stupid to understand that your needs were also my own
Me, too. It’s been a rough journey at times.
I’m ready for spring. Want to get the garden going
You KNEW about a lot of things? You’re further along than when I started spelunking. There were a lot of things inside me I never allowed myself to even give words to.
Ive been looking since I was little. Just in the wrong direction.
Very true. I knew about alot of things. Trying now to discover the things themselves
Yeah, it’s kind of like my kids learning to speak Spanish in school then going down to Imuris, Mexico for the summer to work at Casa de Elizabeth orphanage and finding out they can’t understand a thing the kids say to them. You can only learn it “in country.” Same with this.
It is not light reading. I read it all when I was back being smart but I think I was too young to understand much of it. I understand much more now because I am living it
No, not stupid. Naive or some other kinder word. The sundering of your soul was never meant to be, so how could there really be a word for it. Few people, like Eric Liddell, understand what price we pay for allowing ourselves to be divided.
It need not have been so. But now I will pay the price for the healing. To not do so for me would be doubly stupid. To do what I must is now the only kindness left. (These were written a year or more ago. Not about to jump 🙂 ) Even so I am determined to resolve this inasmuch as possible while inhabiting this orb.
I know. It’s all about become integrated again.
may take the next fifty but a boy needs a goal. Carl Jung said something like the worst thing for children is the un-lived lives of their parents.
Well THAT’S a mouthful. I really need to find some time to read some of his stuff. B is quite fond of his philosophy.