7.04.2010

Independence

Independence
Is a habit of mind:

It is both a gentle insistence
On setting oneself apart

And a vigilant openness
Toward every aspect of the universe.

It is the birth of real hope,
Being the death of captive fantasy.

Independence
Comes from being
Neither slave nor master.

A braid of
One's best attributes --

Humility,
Bravery,
Persistence --

Independence proclaims itself
The way a flower
Or a stream might--

By simply being,
In each moment,
Insistent on itself
As inevitable,
Timeless
And new.

--Mr. Gobley

2 comments:

Dorian Susan said...

Mr. Gobley...
Always so enjoy your posts. Thank you for sharing, and making my mind wander and consider stepping over a few rows in the garden to view a new.

ulan matta said...

i mistakenly stumbled on your blog and found the poem independence and fell in love with the simplicity and intensity of it. i know i would visit more often now. thank you for writing...