To become what you can be

Chosen to sit outside

Slightly cold, buffeted breezes ruffle my page and edges

Make me uncomfortable, unsettled

Remind me that life’s unease brings

Awakening, awareness and growth.

Listening to the tiny sounds

Carried on vibrations through the currents.

Feeling my body respond to the cold.

Eyes drinking in horizons.

Ever walked in forests where bears reside?

Suddenly you re-discover your primitive nature.

Every crack of wood underfoot is crystal clear.

A flickering of movement in the dark undergrowth

Sends adrenalin surging.

You remember your vulnerability

Prepare to run, fight or die.

So too here, I examine my inner landscape with sudden urgency

Tuning into the vibrations of spirit.

Knowing death is coming swiftly

And I must be alert.

That days, hours and seconds must not be wasted.

We have but one purpose here,

Never forget

Flee from lethargy, apathy and laziness.

Be unsettled with where you are

To become what you can be.