The Other Path

I know, that I am at the point in my life, were there is nothing new that I have to learn or to find out. I know that, potentially, I posses all the knowledge I need for my life. I guess, in a matter of speeking, I´m out of my egg. BUT, the more I think about that, the more I realize that it´s just a beginning. Because my life is not anymore about knowledge. It´s about remembering. About not falling asleep anymore. I must confess, it happens to me all the time. Sometimes I start to judge myself, thinking that it´s inexcusable to forget so easily the things that I found out to be so important to me. But judging is not the way. I just realize that judging takes the path of the mind. But if I want to stay on the path of the heart, I guess I have to take the risk to fall asleep from time to time. And I guess I have to admit that I am vulnerable and week, that I need help from all the angels that are available in the whole universe. Of course, now I can see more clearly. Being a pilgrim on my way to the Kingdom of Love can sometimes make me to a bagger, blinded by tears and reaching out for any crumbs of light that merciful souls would scatter on my path... "Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with Love."

ADJUSTMENT

I should change something about me - they say -
Because nobody can live like this

I should trim my wings
Because they carry me too high

I should loosen my roots
Because they reach too deep

I should take a prescription for glasses
Because my eyes see things that are not there

I should procure me a mask
Because it is not suitable to wear none

I should walk the large path
Because the narrow one is so lonely

And I should definitely give up being open-hearted
Because people get so embarrassed by that

I should were gloves
Because you cannot pick roses without

I should veil my heart
Because it spreads the scent of too much love

And of course, before all things,
I should give up
talking about love
believing in love
dreaming of love
because it is so dangerous and so contagious

So many voices for these adjustments
And only one voice against them
yours, telling me:
please be who you already are