A dying system and
a new Eco-System
wanting to be born.
Labour pains,
no pain killers.
Anyway, we don't want
to numb this pain.
It's growing pain
forcing us to think
of something that
does not yet exist.
I can almost feel it,
this not yet born thing.
Do I need to push?
Or breathe faster?
Where are the answers?
They are in me,
in you, in us, waiting
to come together
in conversations.
To take flight and
to breathe life into
a system waiting
to be born.
But wait!
Before answers, there
must be questions,
wicked questions they say.
Are these questions
in me too?
Do I push now?
Or should I breathe faster?
No, these are not the questions...
I need to slow right down,
become mindful,
pay attention to WHAT IS
and listen to
the emerging question:
What is the story
from Here
we all need to hear?
Comment
Great poem! Thanks for sharing! (you could also post it on the Poems and Quote conversation, where we collect these.)
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