You say you are hunting your power
But your power is hunting you.
I’ll go up to the mountain, you say.
I’ll fast and live on seaweed
I’ll hang myself on a meat-hook
Under the hot sun. I’ll give up sex
And wine and my sense of humor.
What are you thinking of?
For you to go hunting your power
Is as smart as the mouse hunting the cat.
Go out in the garden any night
Step one inch outside the tame land
And you are near what you seek.
Open the window of your soul
Any night and your guide may come in.
The issue is whether you’ll run away
When you see what it is. To make sure
You succeed, tether yourself like a goat
At the edge of the tiger wood that breathes
Right beside your bed. He’ll come.
posted January 28, 2012 at 9:14 am
The timing of this poem is so perfect. It is good to know a teacher who can stand upright with integrity in the larger Hoop when more then dis ease comes into play with the little ones I have chosen (and been chosen) to nurture. The dreaming has undeniably forced me into expanding my perceptions and reality has layers to work with and I know I need more training. A house of “feral children” is not an option:) I am thankful to my guides and thankful for how you guided me to open doors and recognize gates in the past.
posted January 29, 2012 at 8:37 am
Wow Robert – i have had so many power dreams lately and feel like i need to find my own… how does one step out of the “tame lane”?
posted January 29, 2012 at 9:36 am
Carole – Do you have my book “Active Dreaming”? You’ll find many suggestions there, as indicated by the subtitle: “Journeying Beyond Self-Limitation to a Life of Wild Freedom.” And the time is always Now.
posted January 30, 2012 at 9:29 am
Thank you Robert. I will check out your book ASAP.
posted February 3, 2012 at 2:08 pm
This is wonderful – TRUTH! Thanks, Robert.