Forgotten Not Lost

The First Step Home

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There is no deeper desire than the desire of being revealed

Kahlil Gibran

Photo by Chantal and Ole on Unsplash

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Forgotten Not Lost

The heavy crescendo
of compromise
Loudly camouflages
The sweet tender song
of truth
Can you still hear your own voice
calling to you?
The wind
has changed direction
You numbly sway
to the masquerade of succumbing
Abandoning your passion
for the peaceful truce
of comfortable convenience
You learn to drown
in the familiar tears
of expectation
The earth
still moves underneath your feet
Yet you are
Standing still
Obediently sinking
into the languishing sands
of your own
Disappearance

© Jamie Millard

We are induced into a world of doing. Taught to look into a mirror and to see outside as if it were a window. Acting out a well rehearsed script in the theatre of acceptance. Playing the pipes of pleasing in an orchestra of appeasing. Choking on the bread of praise and swallowing the intoxicating wine of approval. We slowly capitulate to the unconscious church of self betrayal.

A leaking grail of empty promises carved as notches into the obedient belt of performance.

One day to no longer recognize ourself in our own life.

The First Step Home

Like a universal wound
The ache of home
never leaves you
In the stillness
between your thoughts
You hear your own soul
softly singing
from the depths
of forgotten essence
A faint whisper of Grace
resonating to the very beat
of your own heart
You begin to breathe
into the creative rhythm
of surrender
A radiant star shines
on the distant horizon
announcing a new birth
An awakening
As your feet
find the solid ground
of your own truth
You take the only step
that you can make
The one toward
Yourself

© Jamie Millard

We all share the same wound of forgotten love. We are the star on the horizon. We are already enough. Our own true voice will start as a faint whisper yet will slowly rise above the noise. Our heart will sing a song. A love song that will evoke an intuitive feeling of remembering something that we had forgotten. We were always the gift. Our soul is the package we unwrap underneath all the layers of conditioning. One day we look into the mirror and through real eyes we see our own reflection and step inside. There is a rebirth via the journey inside. Coming home to love.

This poem came as a bridge for two themes to come together, as one. Reacting to Creating. Doing to Being. Imitation to Awareness. Forgiveness to Healing. Ego to Soul. Fear to Love. Poetry is act of resilience that opens up the space where transformation is possible.

We change our story to transform our lives. We are the poem.

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Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself

Kahlil Gibran

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I believe that poetry is meant to be read out loud. Reading and listening to a poem is meditative and the words create an intimate encounter with the heartfulness of presence. Poetry is a wonderful addition to a spiritual practice as it connects us to ourselves, to others, to this world and to our spirit. Please listen to the live recording above.

Please reach out to me if I can be of any assistance on your journey from fear to love.

Lots of love,

Jamie

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