Photo copyright; Keith Dixon Studios 2014
Longing calls.
Laps at your feet and drifts through your days, river gently chiseling stone.
You might finally shrug off this long dormancy.
Finally awaken.
But you can't see bottom. Back away from the depths and keep on doing what you do.
Stay with the surface.
That which feels like safety in an unsafe world.
Dissatisfaction with that safe world, takes you right back to the threshold.
To the silky feel of the deep end lapping at feet again.
Dip your foot in.
So soothing, intriguing...
ebb and flow.
What would happen upon submersion?
Diving in, both exhilarating and terrifying.
You know what might be there, what is calling.
But not how deep you can go.
Or what will swirl up out of the abyss.
So you keep playing roulette with your dreams.
Can't do it.
Responsibilities.
What will people think?
How will I make money?
I don't know if it's safe.
You don't have to fling yourself off a cliff. Wings might be overrated.
Just have to keep tuning in to the things you love.
Utterly.
Wholeheartedly.
Unconditionally.
With all the fears riding along, until they slowly drown....because the deep end can't support them.
Can you quench this longing, this unending desire?
You will never know how deep you can go.
Knowing is for the safe ground.
Some get tired of standing at the edge and wondering.
Step forward.
It's the baptism only you can give yourself.
Nobody else in all the world holds this voodoo.
The world marches on, it isn't holding it's breathe.
What you thirst for washes over you, it closes over your head.
You aren't drowning though.
Not at all.
It melts around every smothered emotion.
There's so much in the deep, all you can do is be alive this moment.
Be unsure and terrified and in love with this one life,
with the chasm of desire and every possibility it holds.
The truth is, you can swim and float and even dive and dive again.
You don't have to fling yourself off some ledge.
Just step in. Sink deep. Feel what you love surround you.
Come on in...the water's fine.
Photo copyright; Keith Dixon Studios 2014
4 comments:
I remember the feeling well. Finally old enough to go in the deep end, standing on the end of the diving board... running and the board vibrating with each step.
Funny thing, I'm feeling it again.
Thanks for the memory.
Thank you - this fits so well with where my head is at the moment - or rather, it leads me on from where my head is at the moment.
Your poem speaks volumes to me.
Yes to all of this. I've been driving deeper lately too and you expressed the feelings of it beautifully. <3
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