Two Worlds

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I’m living between two worlds:

In one I’m conscious and aware,

in the other I’m struggling in a dream.

I see the purity and love in my heart.

I perceive my flaws and faults in extreme.

I can mindfully follow my breath in and out.

I breathe in staccato from the anger I shout.

I can serve others through selfless actions.

I fail to control my own selfish emotions.

I’ve had glimpses of illumination bringing about joy and bliss,

only to find me the next day floundering around in my grief.

I’ve lived with intention and have known my soul’s freedom–

only to be swirled around again in a tidal pool of thoughts.

On the outside I can appear to be a very calm human being;

but inside I can be erupting into a million little pieces.

But I’m watching and practicing to see this and accept

that I’m like everyone else–we’re all just trying our best.

I’m learning to let go of the patterns that don’t serve

and live in the spirit of the lightness of just being.

Is this life a true duality or is it only our thoughts that give us this feeling?

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  1. this is not duality, i think very rare people can rise above this turmoil, this pull of two opposite powers.

    wonderful post gayle, i can very nicely rhythm with it.

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  2. I would like to be one of those rare people who rise above it. 🙂

    Thanks for being able to relate, Trisha.

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  3. We choose our thoughts. I think the price for peace is winning this war.

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  4. gracefulglider

     /  January 8, 2011

    I’ve had glimpses of illumination bringing about joy and bliss,

    only to find me the next day floundering around in my grief.’ this reminds me of what am going through right now… sometimes am never sure if i will be happy or gloomy….

    life truly is a duality. A thought provoking piece Gayle.

    Thanks for it 🙂

    Love & Light

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  5. Thanks for your visit, Wanjiku and your nice email today. I’m glad you could relate to how my life sometimes unfolds for me. Nice to know I’m not alone in this. 🙂

    You’re welcome. xoxo

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    • gracefulglider

       /  January 8, 2011

      🙂 intricately designed are human lives and that is what connects us all… we all are divine. Glad we connected Gayle!! A true blessing.

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  6. I love this. The struggle, but maybe that’s what we need to let to of. Just site in the paradoxes of who we are. Perhaps that’s what it’s all about: to sit in rather than rise above. Well done. Inspires thought. Thank you!

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    • I agree, the struggle needs to be let go of–that alone keeps us attached and in pain even more. The practice–in my thinking–is to accept what is and still be just fine. 🙂

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  7. lovely piece on struggles, well penned.

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  8. This IS life, the pull between enlightenment and the day to day. The constant practice and decision of striving to rise above. I LOVED this piece. We are ONE MIND on this and many subjects Gayle. So glad this is the first one I read, got me rearing for more. Happy Picnic!
    Here’s my entry: http://mysticmarleei.wordpress.com/2011/10/17/while-my-lady-sleeps/

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    • Yes, I agree–this is life. It seems that we have seen eye-to-eye on other subjects, Marlee.

      I have read your poem and was so moved by it and learning about the foundation that you support. A most worthy and important one. This cause is one that touches me deeply too.

      Happy Picnic, my friend!

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  9. WOW … I’m glad you posted this for the challenge. I missed this one the first time around.
    I love these two lines — I’ve lived with intention and have known my soul’s freedom– only to be swirled around again in a tidal pool of thoughts.
    This is excellent, Gayle.
    Namaste,
    Izzy xoxo

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  10. It’s our ego that gives us this feeling. That demon inside that wants to separate us from our higher self and everything spiritual. Makes us doubt ourselves and in moments of panic makes us do silly things. Every day is a new one and I have learned to start again with each new morning no matter what my ego has made me do the day before.

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