I set out the track, the hurdling, and the score-board
I am in my own race course.
On my knees, with my face up
And with a shot in the air, I begin my race.
A race in which
I run against the Old Me
While I watch Myself run as the audience
There is blood in my eyes
I am drenched in sweat, out of breathes and noiseless in my ears
I just feel my feet strike the ground and swing back
The Goal gets blurred with every plunge.
At times I am ahead of her
In the next turn She leaves me behind
The Spectating I claps, anticipating my conquest
Then bites nails enjoying the uncertainty
It is all dusty mist around
And, in the next extended leap, with my eyes closed
I bounce at the Finish Line.
I try to look up with my drained stooping shoulders, the
merriment of My Triumph
The race course is echoing with Me clapping around, cheering
Myself staggeringly
She stands quiet in the dark, withdrawing from the
limelight I am the part of.
We both know that this is the last time we are seeing each
other.
Her teary unspeakable eyes declare- “I vacate the chair I won last season. Enjoy your term”.
While I move forward towards the stage, the Old Me disappears
somewhere in the past.
“It must happen to us all…We pack up what we’ve learned so far and leave the familiar behind. No fun, that shearing separation, but somewhere within, we must dimly know that saying goodbye to safety brings the only security we’ll ever know. …….. When we put up with any situation we don’t have to put up with, it’s not because we’re dumb. We put up with it, because we want the lesson only that situation can teach, and we want it more than freedom myself. ……… Win by losing. Before your outer walls break, as break they must, build an inner place to protect your truth. Protect that you are infinite life, choosing its playground; protect that the world you know exists with your consent and for your own good reasons; protect that your purpose and mission is to shine love in your own playful way, in the moments you decide will be most dramatic. …… Never had I understood that I command, with absolute authority, the ship of my life! I decide its mission and rules and discipline, at my word waits every tool and sail, every cannon, the strength of every soul on board. I’m master of a team of passionate skills to sail me through hell’s own jaws the second I nod the direction to steer.”
ReplyDeletefrom Richard Bach’s Running from Safety: An Adventure of the Spirit
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
ReplyDeleteIt must have been cold there in my shadow,
to never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine, that's your way.
You always walked a step behind.
So I was the one with all the glory,
while you were the one with all the strength.
A beautiful face without a name for so long.
A beautiful smile to hide the pain.
Did you ever know that you're my hero,
and everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.
It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
but I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.
I would be nothing without you.
Did you ever know that you're my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.
Did I ever tell you you're my hero?
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, the wind beneath my wings.
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,
so high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you, thank you,
thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.