Living My Life Again

Living My Life Again

By Laura Harrison


It may sound narcissistic, and it may sound vain,


But when you see the same pattern emerge over and over again,


The karma seems to speak for itself,
But what is it saying?


If I'm failing my lesson or
Is it a game that I'm playing?


I'm magnificent and loving,
Blissful in this journey to discover,


But somehow I grew accustomed,
To making space for another,


And because that space existed,
Yet remained empty,


My wholeness was tainted,
And I became lonely,


I finally realized,
To take that space back for me,


That this is my life,
That I should live fully,


And when that someone comes,
He will only add to my joy,


That love shouldn't drain,
That love shouldn't destroy,


My life is whole,
Nothing is missing,


Although I knew that in my brain,
My heart wasn't listening,


I cried out the pain,
Of all those false starts,


Of all those crushed hopes,
And my broken hearts,


And now I can live my life again,
Now I'm completely free,


To be in love with the world,
To cherish the serendipity,


No one had me trapped,
Other then my mind,


And I have grown brighter,
And much more kind.


Love is not love if,
For it I must compromise inner truth,


I learned from those trials,
But I struggled nail and tooth,


Now life my is fulfilling and beautiful, no drama, a smooth flow,


But Life is filled with battle
When ignoring the truth deep down we know.


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Letting Go

LETTING GO

By Laura Harrison


Letting go, letting go,
Open my fists and let it flow,

Relax my face and chest,
Lay down and rest.

Stop clinging, stop vying for identity,
The profundity, can and will set me free,
From the prison of expectations,
Anticipations, situations
That I allow to define me,
And encompass my reality.

Take a deep breath,
I see,
everything,
much more clearly.

Let go, let go,
And openness will show,
That I exist,
Faaaaar beyond all that I resist.
The soul persists.

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Rainy Days

RAINY DAYS (Stop Fighting Gravity)

By Laura Harrison


Why do rainy days seem to trigger a softly sad, nostalgic sort of tranquility?

As if we are more acutely aware in our gentleness of our own frailty,
Our own mortality..


Rainy days, gray days, gentle days, many ways,
To open to its fragile flow.

See through the haze,
That changes our focus.

Its as if only on rainy days we know
Life is too short rush
The currents too swift to hush
And in our softness that we can clearly
Feel the deeper meaning of reality.

Rivers and rivulets of energy
Ebbing and flowing creating
Rich tapestries of sensitivity
Sensation..
Alienation-
from who and what we are creates tragedy..

Sometimes only in sickness or emergency,
we surrender our battle against reality,
And only when we stop fighting gravity,

can we ever fly.
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