I wrote this for my clinical reflection at school (my school has an Ayurvedic clinic at it): Its called Compliance I sit and watch two souls emerge. Each having a path that is laid of pebbles, sand, and grit; Earth Mother in each. The composition of former generations, grandparents, animals, trees, And all that ever existed; Compressed. Influenced by thoughts, energies, and lessons of long ago; Walking this path Holding their own. Two souls surface, Trembling Scared And unsure. With dust, fumes, loose gravel from the past, and Particles afloat. The reflection of self in each other’s eyes. The paths merge as one; Compliance for both; Never assumed as only one. Hearing to understand each other; Not to reply. Slowly the dust settles The veil is dropped. I sit and watch two souls emerge.
Posted on: Mon, 28 Apr 2014 00:55:34 +0000