Ticket to freedom
I have projected the same images day after day
Becoming a prisoner of the known.
But the known is dead and past now
And I must buy my ticket to freedom
By embracing the fresh unknown.
Chance encounters, unexpected coincidences
Premonitions, dreams and wishes
Flashes of unpredictable joy
Random events are
Weaving themselves in the web of time.
I have left the voice of reason.
I am listening to the beckoning whisper
In the recesses of my heart.
And new shapes of reality
Are coaxing me out of my prison.
Source: Raid on the Inarticulate – poems by Deepak Chopra
I Love it!! Thanks for sharing , Michael
…. It’s a Keeper!
Brilliant, of course, and brilliantly chosen. This time is a time of awakening and re-connecting with the terrible truth that we blindly and deaf-ly, unconsciously re-create the scary happenings and feelings of our pasts over and over again, hoping this time they will keep us safe. While washing your hands and zooming your friends take time to wash your past and zoom your inner being. You might be amazed at the powerful truths lurking within when the busyness pauses.