MYSTERY OF BECOMING
LXII.
We are all here on earth becoming our fullest, most whole selves, sometimes directly, but more often it is a bumpy, convoluted path. Though it may not always be a smooth process, yet when we embrace it with acceptance, courage and sensitivity, with even a bit of eagerness (no matter how it's unfolding) - it can bring enormous satisfaction; and eventually, it can lead to a deep personal realization, or "self-actualization", as Abraham Maslow described it.
Like most of us, my own personal journey went through rocky canyons, dimly lit tunnels, murky detours - and so on and so on.
I don't know about you, but I haven't always known where I was in the maze, and at times, even wondered WHO I was! Others try to define us, circumstances uproot or displace us, discouragement blocks us while lucid self-honesty eludes us and our own unwise choices backfire, so that we wander, wondering! The good news is that we can muddle through and clarify the murk, accept responsibility and emerge more completely ourselves than we would otherwise have become. For sure, writing helps, at least it did for me, in many ways!
I am glad to report survival - and, yes - BECOMING Nellieanna! And that, ladies and gentlemen - IS the MYSTERY! If anyone thinks for a moment I arrived intact on the stage of life - think again! It's some kind of miracle. And the same goes for each of us. No one is born a "finished person". It's a lifetime process, but clarity can actually happen along the way!
Bottles
I’m right here now.
The words I write in poems
Retrace by voyage here
Through inlets making
Mockery of maps,
Whirlpools changing course,
Twinkling streams
And placid ponds for rest,
Exciting rapids racing.
All - in pages, pressed.
Where I am just now
Is where I need to be
To see the way to go.
I don’t look back,
I can't look back!
So I stuff it into bottles
To float to shore someday!
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
3-9-72
Be not intimidated,
Be reinforced
By signs of life herein.
As the flow is fed,
So it distributes
Life ahead.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
When soul is becoming whole,
It produces both fruit and refuse,
Easily distinguished.
It either is or isn't!
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
11-71
Myself
Cocoon-cracked,
Bookworm becomes
Butterfly.
Yet hovers here
Among the pages
A little longer,
Always
To return for rest
And vital nourishment.
_____© Nellieanna H. Hay
1-12-73
Fragile butterfly
With tensile strength of steel
Who knows as much as I
How life and love should feel.
Delicate discernment
Determined by respect
And in it all a loving heart
Much more than they suspect.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
2-11-73
These deaf-mute days,
Delays in life and living
Leave me puzzling
Sometimes out-of-touch,
Speechless,
Numb.
Their senseless activity
And inactivity
Obscuring
All that IS,
Overshadowing;
And inside is
Too little felt.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
3-14-73
The more
Alone
I am,
The more
I am
Together.
The more
Together,
The more
A
Lone.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
7-10-72
Loner
Driftwood,
Uniquely gnarled
And beautiful,
Ravaged by currents,
Tumbled by stone,
And left
To dry
Alone,
Yet it
Prevails.
_____ © Nellieanna Hay
2-28-72
The Lean Years
Bare.
Burned?
No.
Brown.
Scorched?
No.
Winter!
Cold.
Not hot.
Dry.
Dead?
No, dormant.
Sleeping.
Shadow.
Winter.
Snowy.
Sparkling
Winter.
Happy?
No,
Not sad.
Why?
Why not?
It's a choice.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
January, 1969
Sometimes I feel like
A very old soul
Becoming
A very new person!
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Anticipation gathers
For my new
Adventure.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
9-3-72
becoming
|biˈkəming|
noun (Philosophy)
the process of coming to be something or of passing into a state.
