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:
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.
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...
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