Second Self?

mini-ponyBelow is a poem, titled Freedom, by Simon Fletcher. It touched a spot for a Jade reader, and for me too.

Freedom

I stroll up to the branching waterfall;
work done, I need fresh air and to be free.

It takes so long to find one’s second self,
it seems, and there you are, a friend and free

of negatives, who tops me up on tap.
Your love’s an ancient waterfall, a free

resource of life that brings me to my senses,
always there, flows from the hills, the free

and purple-hearted mountains, deep in clouds,
where ponies, wilder creatures wander free.

I tumble in your love and, smiling, know
you’ve given me permission to be free.
Simon Fletcher

Yes, it does seem on a certain level that the deepest part of ourselves, when ‘touched’, feels other. So unlike myself, one may think. Another case of attempting to refrain from slapping labels onto experience.

Update:
This morning the sun is shining, pain levels are less and that’s a good thing. Thanks to all who have wished me well this past (two) months. Help has come my way in many forms – and I’m so grateful. Tomorrow is, however, another day….

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4 thoughts on “Second Self?”

  1. A lovely poem! I’m so glad that you are in less pain, Rev. Mugo. I have been thinking of you, since our conversation. The weather makes all the difference. I noticed, this morning, that the constant gnawing pain that I have in my ribs, all through the wintertime, had gone. All hail the spring!

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