Beautiful Poem

A dear friend of The Journey sent us this poem the other day and she so kindly said we could share it with you. Enjoy the beauty...

To Confusion

How I long to embrace the reactive in me,
The fearful, or angry, or selfish I see;
To embrace the me that thinks there's an I
That's separate from you and can therefore feel shy;
To love the one that dwells in confusion,
Who's so often wrapped in a veil of illusion.
I yearn not to judge the one that still yearns
For something that's other than what it discerns
Is happening now that's less than it's vision
Of a kind of perfection that involves no decision.
Could I cherish myself when I try to be best,
When I fail to remember I'm just like the rest?
Oh to wake up and love the dissatisfied me
Who searches for that which will help set me free,
The me that eats chocolate, drinks coffee or wine,
Thinking their altered states could be better than Thine.
How I long to relax, to surrender and trust
Something other than me, so I'd no longer lust
For a limited vision that's separate and small,
That's defined and exclusive, not welcoming all.
Maybe Freedom is knowing perfection is here
In that dissatisfaction, those judgments, that fear,
In all of the ways I resist what is now,
So to all my confusion, I humbly bow.
Please may I remember, Leonard Cohen was right -
Everything has a crack, through the crack comes the light.

Jane Bunker