Lisa Berube Wilson
- Poetry
- Aug 28, 2015
- 1 min read
Mind of its Own
My mind is always thinking
it has a mind of its own
it wanders
when it’s wondering
but finds its way
back home
It chases
its own shadow
and dreams
during the day
It tries to stay
in one place
but always
runs away
The mind that’s always thinking
and has a mind
of its own
while minding
its own business
leaves other minds
alone
Sea Soul
Heart of the Sea
inviting me to follow
into depths
where there is
no option
of turning back
A one way adventure
with no safety net
to pull me up
no breath of life
to revive me
no footprints
to be followed
Yet I am aware
of greater things
awaiting me
in penetrating
the depths
of mind
will and
emotion
Journeying
to the
soul of
the Seas'
quiet awakening
Liquid oxygen
exchanging my life
for another
Sea-ing Spirit
embracing me
singing together
the song of
the Sea
Crossroads
When standing
at a crossroads
it's not the end
it's the beginning
of a continuation
of four directions
Be grateful
you're at
the center
make your choice
it's all good
you won't
step off
into an abyss
You will step
into your place
stepping into place
the place
you've been seeking
to fit into
where is your place?
It's in the center
the center of balance
circle of living
where the four
winds blow
where life begins
and ends
and continues
from there
Be grateful
you are
finally there
where you are
where you belong
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