Poem: What Really Happened

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'What really happened...' was

The story we kept telling ourselves,

From the small confines of our fearful heads;

The ego would never let us believe there was another way.

'The head knows best', it said all the time

Secretly terrified to lose power, 

To be pushed aside and banished to the dark. 

Quietly whispering though intuition 

Never let go of us:

It told us, reminded us, even begged us at times

Not to give up on our truthful hearts.

Oftentimes on a sunny, autumn morning

with ochres, reds and oranges shining bright, 

We will feel head and heart going up and down

On the see-saw that can be our lives;

We'll feel like we are on the sidelines

Staring at these complex creatures,

Indulging in an extended dialogue of who is right.

But guess what darling one? 

They are both part of who we are. 

We'll smile at both, we'll thank them for caring for us;

Ego will defeatedly walk away though head will still 

Stay in the shade, not to dismiss it but to teach it that 

It needs to step aside sometimes and let soul lead the way. 

Heart will sigh, hug us tight, wink at intuition

Who will reassuredly smile.

Never alone, 

Guided throughout 

You'll feel at ease, you'll trust your path. 

What will really happen is that you'll deeply 

Connect to your heart, you'll know 

How to navigate the mesmerising path that is life.

You might not have all the answer 

But you'll close your eyes, you'll look inside,

You'll trust your sacred wisdom, you'll always

Be guided to your guiding stars.




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