What Have You Left Behind?
Nov. 4th, 2010 10:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lyricalechoesWhat have you left behind?
They say we are all on a journey and we all take separate paths. Where it all ends is different for each of us.
But sometimes it is not what you take with you, it is what you have left behind. I know I have left behind the thought that the more I carry, the safer I am. I now realize things will never save me and, for the most part, they only detract me from experiencing the moment.
I have learned to leave more behind so I can move quicker. I feel more exposed, more vulnerable to what lies ahead but also with less, I can feel the wind sharper against my skin. This way, the sun can touch more of my face, my legs, my arms. When I surrender to the elements, I become part of them. When there is only me, nothing between, we will all suffer together, get soaked together, dry together. I become part of my surroundings and part of the greater experience.
I have learned it is important to leave some things behind.
There are things I love that held me back. Leaving them behind was not easy. I'd run back and hoist them again into my arms but they never did meld to my body or cling to my curves. No, they remained solidly separate. It took time for me to see it and I can't say my tears never stained the path but perhaps someone else will find them and carry them along. They are not mine, they never were after all.
I keep my feet, my voice, my mind and, through it all, I try to keep my heart.
The things I leave behind are part of who I was but not part of who I'll be. I leave along the road the things that hold me back, for the most part carrying only the songs to remember the ways my heart was touched so long ago. I do not need objects, only notes and words that weave around me, songs that hold onto who I was, songs that remember that once I ... I felt love so long ago.
Songs to hold onto when I feel alone.
Songs to keep me going in the long nights, when I huddle in the pine needles waiting for the rain to stop.
There is much I leave behind but if I walk softly, with a light step, I know I'll find new songs to carry on, new songs and rhythms to stomp out the path I shall find in the woods that lie ahead.
I leave much behind but somehow I still must carry hope. I found I couldn't leave it behind after all. And on I plod ... I think I hear a tune ahead ....
They say we are all on a journey and we all take separate paths. Where it all ends is different for each of us.
But sometimes it is not what you take with you, it is what you have left behind. I know I have left behind the thought that the more I carry, the safer I am. I now realize things will never save me and, for the most part, they only detract me from experiencing the moment.
I have learned to leave more behind so I can move quicker. I feel more exposed, more vulnerable to what lies ahead but also with less, I can feel the wind sharper against my skin. This way, the sun can touch more of my face, my legs, my arms. When I surrender to the elements, I become part of them. When there is only me, nothing between, we will all suffer together, get soaked together, dry together. I become part of my surroundings and part of the greater experience.
I have learned it is important to leave some things behind.
There are things I love that held me back. Leaving them behind was not easy. I'd run back and hoist them again into my arms but they never did meld to my body or cling to my curves. No, they remained solidly separate. It took time for me to see it and I can't say my tears never stained the path but perhaps someone else will find them and carry them along. They are not mine, they never were after all.
I keep my feet, my voice, my mind and, through it all, I try to keep my heart.
The things I leave behind are part of who I was but not part of who I'll be. I leave along the road the things that hold me back, for the most part carrying only the songs to remember the ways my heart was touched so long ago. I do not need objects, only notes and words that weave around me, songs that hold onto who I was, songs that remember that once I ... I felt love so long ago.
Songs to hold onto when I feel alone.
Songs to keep me going in the long nights, when I huddle in the pine needles waiting for the rain to stop.
There is much I leave behind but if I walk softly, with a light step, I know I'll find new songs to carry on, new songs and rhythms to stomp out the path I shall find in the woods that lie ahead.
I leave much behind but somehow I still must carry hope. I found I couldn't leave it behind after all. And on I plod ... I think I hear a tune ahead ....
