New poet
ooooo.. just came across this guy, a friend sent this poem to another friend who is having a hard time. How beautiful is that?
A New Thought
After so many years, I was surprised
that the self I built in order to survive
was only a tent that had no roof. And
finally looking up, I learned from the
stars how to stay in place and whisper my
light. And loosening my grip, I found the
things I held, that I thought would protect,
had grown so heavy, I had to put them down.
My beliefs had rusted into a sword too dull
to cut anything. And my secrets had blossom-
ed and withered inside my little hand. So I
took the beliefs turned weapons apart, and
washed the dead secrets from my heart.
After so much work to keep things out,
it scared me to realize -- there was no
opening to my tent. And so with love,
this very day, I rip a hole in my
oldest self, so I can get out and
drink of the world.
MARK NEPO
(lots more where that came from
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/mark-nepo/)