Thoughts on a Poem/Haiku”
Rowing with one oar
I lost that oar
For the first time I looked round
at the wide stretch of water.
Such a beautiful and simple poem. I felt the experience, oh I have been there. We say to ourselves: I know what that feels like. And it’s amazing, we don’t sink, we find a way to see more clearly, to be more aware of all that is around us. If we could just let go of the struggle on our own, how much better would we be? Ask your self right now “Am I struggling?” or has everything been stripped away? Do I have the courage to just look at everything around me, to see the beauty in where I am right at this moment. To take a few minutes to be completely aware.
Write out what you are feeling, what your dreams are, what is unbelievably beautiful on the inside. Think on how colorful your inner creative self is and let it out.
Living on an Island, I can choose to be rowing with one oar, missing things that are not here, feeling isolated or I can stop and let go of the oar and just be. Float with the tide. Let things come to me and create from what comes. Letting go becomes an art form.
Vicki Nov 8th 2009