I wrote this poem when I was 24 years old, early on in my spiritual journey. I believe that our younger selves often leave messages for us to rediscover later, down the lines of time. This is true “time travel” that opens doorways to our higher selves – the wise one within.
During this time of stark contrasts, yielding to the ironies of life can be very healing. We bear witness to the darkness, and by choice, embrace the light!
Namaste,
– Nicholas
My feet planted strongly in two worlds.
The left feels the pulse of tradition; my right, the rhythm of destiny.
Each form beckons.
Each form recedes.
A giant step over the river; or my own arduous crossing.
I cannot forget the limits of vision; the limits I place on myself.
Choice.
Or better, certainty.
If each person could know the future
Would he feel certain?
Probably.
Probably not.
My feet planted strongly in two worlds.
The left stands in the realm of ideas; the right in intuitive voices.
Both the same.
Really?
Both the same in me, if I choose to see it that way.
In every voice, a thought.
In every thought, a voice.
My voice,
Certainly my voice.
My feet planted strongly in two worlds.
The left stands facing my shadow. The right stands full to the sun.
Each form beckons.
Each form recedes.
And my choice?
To stand on both feet.
One in the heavens; one on the Earth.
One in my self; one in my body.
No choice really.
Certainty.
