A Poem

A friend suggested that I read the book, "You Can Heal Your Life". by Louise L. Hay. In it, Hay describes her beliefs about life and the world. She claims that we each decide to incarnate on this planet at a particular time and space. We come here to learn a specific lesson so that we can advance our spiritual evolutionary pathway. We choose our sex, colour, country and look for a set of parents who will help us to actualize what we want to achieve here on earth. I was intrigued by this because I have always looked at people who were living a difficult life as being more evolved than I am. I thought that they had achieved a higher level of existence, that I still had a lot to learn and many more trips to make to this planet in order to reach a place where I could be free. Hay goes on to claim that we can cure any illness that we have by simply forgiving our past, moving into the present and loving ourselves. It seems so easy. As I read through her book, I was beginning to believe her theories, until I came to the section where she lists all the ills of the world and tells her readers how to overcome them. Pimples, for example, are small outbursts of anger which can be cured by having calm thoughts and being serene. Having malaria means we are out of balance with nature and our lives. We can cure it by telling ourselves that we are united and balanced with all life. What I want to know is... how does that malaria-carrying mosquito know that we are out of balance? Why does it bite us? Can it sense our imbalance? I guess she kind of loses me at that point. But I still believe that we have to pay a price each time we are incarnated and each visit to this planet comes with a higher price tag. I am convinced that the 'residents' in this hospital (people who will spend the rest of their lives here at West Park) are more evolved than I am. I look at their twisted, contorted bodies and realize that I am still intact and have a long way to go before I will be as evolved as they are. I wrote a poem the other night, while sitting in my bed, thinking about life and all that it brings with it. Let me know what you think.

The beauty of a field of daisies

Their tiny blossoms turned to face the sun

Peace

I am breathless.

The stillness of an early morning

Broken only by a robin heralding the day

Hope

I am quiet.

The softness of a yellow butterfly

Fluttering from blossom to fragrant blossom

Carefreeness

I am thoughtful.

The sound of distant thunder

Rumbling like an angry god, disturbing the silence

Impending doom

I listen.

The clatter of a sudden summer downpour

Drenching the land, leaving sparkling drops to glisten in the immediate sunshine

Ambivalence

I am pensive.

The sight of wheelchair-bound humanity

Twisted into grotesque contortions, sitting, waiting, waiting...

Reality

I am humbled.

A shriek of laughter from an otherwise motionless mouth

Gladness in the face of adversity

Energy

I am speechless.

I am healing.