Now I become myself Now I become myself. It’s taken Time, many years and places; I have been dissolved and shaken, Worn other people’s faces, Run madly, as if Time were there, Terribly old, crying a warning, “Hurry, you will be dead before—” (What? Before you reach the morning? Or the end of the poem…
That they who are all things to their neighbors cease to be anything to themselves. Norman Douglas said that, and he was right. So do not worry about “what the neighbors think.” Worry only about whether you are being true to yourself. Think, act, and speak today from the place of your highest truth. About…
Photo credit: “Black and white landscape” Pinterest The Somber Tones of Winter… Sometimes my Heart sings the somber tones that have lain dormant needing expression… An Adagio emerges as if someone has died; maybe that someone is “me,” the false me… the mask of “me” that keeps falling off, leaving something more real exposed……
At times, you may just give up and drown out your sorrow,
forgetting your goal to build a better tomorrow.
What causes you to throw your arms up the air,
and fall into misery or feelings of despair?
When you get what you want in your struggle for pelf, And the world makes you King for a day,
Then go to the mirror and look at yourself,
And see what that guy has to say.