When I think of each day that I am not living to my fullest potential
I feel like I'm wasting away... getting old and drying up
I feel that the juice of my soul, ready to burst forth like a fountain
with all the raw and untouched energy of liquid and fire
is hardening and cracking
aging me beyond my years
I want the life I dream of.
What whispers to me in the small hours of the morning, before the light comes and the truth stands before me in the mirror.
Who are you to dream a grandiose dream for yourself?
Who are you to dare to push in this way?
Why don't you settle for something different?
Why don't you just accept your limitations?
I speak the words of presence and now,
Of being in the moment and letting my path unfold in its time.
But my voice falters and I hear the doubt creeping in.
the desire. the hunger. the knowledge of who I am.
Of who I want to be.
And I see a rare glimpse of confidence,
glowing like a precious stone that I cradle in my heart.
The seed that I nurture and encourage and water with my tears.
- LML October 27, 2010