The lane way

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I walked the laneway today

In the place where you played as a child

Alone on those afternoons when there was no one

No containment

No mother at home

No siblings

Only a vast yawning emptiness

I imagined you skipping past me

I am you

And you are me

A little further down the road

But today I had a sense

After all my years of restless searching

That finally I am home

Somewhere deep inside

Others may think its mad

But as I walked the laneway today

I felt all my ancestors in circle around me

Surrounding me like spirits

As tears felt

This is what I heard

You are really never alone Deborah

Our spirit lives on in you

And as long you remember

We are here with you

I got to the car crying silently

An entire vista had opened out

And I felt so much wholeness

So much love

I looked into Jasper’s limpid eyes

And told him h0w much I love him

How grateful I am to be alive

Home now is where I get lonely

Out there I am connected

I will keep reaching out

My laneway experience showed me

Deep within something is resolving

Is coming full circle

And at the centre of that circle

While in the laneway

I realised that my life has meaning

As I heard these words ringing in my ears

Your  heart is the centre

Which when open

Is able to contain the circumference

And through its portal

You are connected to everything

Published by: emergingfromthedarknight

"The religious naturalist is provisioned with tales of natural emergence that are, to my mind, far more magical than traditional miracles. Emergence is inherent in everything that is alive, allowing our yearning for supernatural miracles to be subsumed by our joy in the countless miracles that surround us." Ursula Goodenough How to describe oneself? People are a mystery and there is so much more to us than just our particular experiences or occupations. I could write down a list of attributes and they still might not paint a complete picture pf Deborah Louise and in any case it would not be the full truth of me. I would say that my purpose here on Wordpress is to express some of my random experiences, thoughts and feelings, to share about my particular journey and explore some subjects dear to my heart, such as emotional recovery, healing and astrology while posting up some of the prose/poems which are an outgrowth of my labours with life, love and relationships. If anything I write touches you I would be so pleased to hear for the purpose of reaching out and expressung ourselves is hopefully to connect with each other and find where our souls meet.

Categories Ancestors, Connection, Love, Poems9 Comments

9 thoughts on “The lane way”

      1. Ah that’s beautiful! I haven’t had one of those for a while. I’m too busy!! I need to chill and take some time out I think 🙂

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