Prose - The Awakening Mind


The slumbering mind
Unable to awaken
Living the dreams of others
With all creativity forsaken
It is time my child
To own your thoughts
Listen well to others
Remember what was taught
But you must express
The vision that only you can see
Tell us how you feel
Tell us who you want to be
I prepared you for tomorrow
But whose song was composed?
Was it mine or yours?
Can you answer with eyes closed?
Today is your canvas
Will you pick up the brush?
Do not be afraid
There is no need to rush
It is a story
That only you know
There is no right or wrong
You will know which way to go
The path to your soul
Is littered with suggestion
How can you walk freely
Cloaked in persuasion?
Do not fear
A lonely walk
A solitary mind
Needs no gate to lock
Will you let others play?
Is brainwashing mere sport?
Will you be the jester
In your own court?
Or will you rule
With freedom as your king?
Will you place your lips
Upon your own ring?
Seek not your subjects
Answer truthfully if asked
Hurt no other
Leave grudges in the past
Do not yield to hate
Your smile is your heart
Let love adorn your life
Let it be your art
Can you do this?
I ask you my child
You have my blessing
It is time to run wild
I will watch
As you disappear
Knowing we will meet again
For we share the same frontier
Go now
I set you free
Leave me to lick my wounds
For I have given you part of me

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Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

Incredibly good! Maybe your best yet! I was really moved by thin one. Up and awesome! WB

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Mentalist acer 5 years ago from A Voice in your Mind!

No grudges no regrets...lovely thoughts TSP.;)

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HattieMattieMae 5 years ago from Limburg, Netherlands

So very beautiful and truthful! :)

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Robwrite 5 years ago from Bay Ridge Brooklyn NY

I like it. I'm a Buddhist, which is about awakening and enlightenment.



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Robin Kommer 5 years ago from Australia

Absolutely adore the fractal image. To live with no regrets, just a level of acceptance for what is done can not be changed. as you wrote; leave grudges in the past...your smile is in your heart" wonderful prose. you inspired to me to hub page my poetry on releasing, thank you

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Micky Dee 5 years ago

Very nice brother man. Keep a keen mind, remember, but do not yield to hate. God bless!

Debbie  5 years ago

Bittersweet letting them go, isn't it? I'm sure you've done a fine job. Reminds me of the Proverbs 22:6 verse:

Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.

As for right and wrong:

"Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!" Isaiah 5:20

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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Wayne - Sorry I'm taking so long with these comments. I truly appreciate your high praise. If this is any good at all then it's because I'm writing for my kids and I think I really get into it the more I think about them.

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ChristianRecca 5 years ago from Rutherford, NJ

Awesome picture!

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Marina Lester 5 years ago

Beautiful Suburban Poet, makes me think of a parent with all the love in their heart knowing it is time their child found their own path, discover who they are and find the courage. I liked what you said about the soul being littered with suggestion, that is the truth, we all have many parts of ourselves that makes us who we are but we must choose which is what growing up is so often about. Nice work, I feel a lot of love behind the wisdom.

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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@mentalist acer - Thank you... yes no grudges... I'm trying to bring the wisdom as best I can... sometimes talking in platitudes induces severe eye-rolling but what can else can you do?

@HattieMattieMae - Thank you!

@Robwrite - Thanks for commenting. Whether one is Buddhist or not I think enlightenment or just plain awareness of reality (objective or not) is a path we should all take.

@Robin Kommer - Thank you. What can I say but that it makes me happy to reach someone and to inspire (? really?) them to write. I feel very strongly about not letting past mistakes poison the chance you have for today and tomorrow. What else can you do but move forward?

@Micky - Yes hate is something to avoid; how easy to say... I believe Stan Fletcher said something about this on one of his hubs: something about becoming what it is you hate. There is also another way of looking at it: Sometimes we become the monster we are fighting. We have to find the strength somehow to move on and let things go.

@Debbie - Thank you. Yes it is bittersweet. You want them to grow and become wise and self-sufficient without hangups but it's nice to have them around when they are young. Very nice...

@Christian - Yeah I found that picture and thought it was perfect. I wish I could paint.

@Marina - Hey stranger! Yes the love is there as corny as it sounds but it is true. The soul littered with suggestion and being cloaked in persuasion was just my attempt to discuss the messages we are bombarded with every day from the media, the government, our employers and even our parents. How can you find yourself in all of that? How can you find objective reality when your senses are jammed from the moment you open your eyes? Maybe the answer is to go backpacking in Canada! Ha....

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Marina Lester 5 years ago

Haha, as a true blue nose, you know that's what I do! As for constantly being bombarded, it is true and some of the wisest minds will tell the individual to at least be alone completely to yourself for an hour a day. It's important to enjoy your own company. But, you know this my sharp friend, sorry I've been MIA lately :) This poem has a very clear and needed message for our modern age, thanks for it.

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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Marina - Well I'm glad you came back. I'm sure your off living a productive life and if so, then go for it... I think a trip is needed for me to get away from things and think more about life.... The city wears you down...

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