i can't save you, for that is yours alone to do. i merely
stand by the sign warning you of danger & firmly attempt
to get your attention, pointing urgently to the sign. you
smile vaguely as you blindly amble onward, provoking the
hidden guardians just ahead, a surprised look on your face
when you plunge to the ground as the guardians fall upon you.
the remainder of the story is yet to be played out: the
wounds, the regret, the empty resolve to continue onward
into the building storm on the horizon. the wind blows hard.
many warning signs are posted all alone the way, which you
persist in ignoring in your heedless push forward. all my
cautioning words fall on dry ground & become sharp stones that you
carefully circumvent. you follow your own agenda, that
much is clear, & i too take my place among the ignored signs,
while you stumble toward your destiny as if you chose it.
i can't delay what you have to learn. i can only watch from
the far side of the path as you push headstrong into the trap
awaiting you, concealed within your very own reckless mind.
i can't save you from yourself, for that is yours alone to do.
my beloved in Shiva, your path is to be walked by you.
i stand here as your witness & as one who loves you in spite
of your folly as you face into the challenge of your life.
i am 81, living in a nursing home and deepening my spiritual life as is appropriate as one ages. i am a student of the Sanatana Dharma and a devotee of Lord Shiva.
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Like a mother with a grown up child learning to steer his/her own life. Watching over, trying to guide but ultimately leaving the child to its own will to learn the hard way. So beautifully expressed, the sadness is apparent. Thanks for sharing.🙏🏼🙏🏼
Oh the folly of trying to help steer another’s ship, especially one you love, have invested in, emotionally since birth…. or destiny’s gift, in Shiva. I totally relate to this beautiful piece and your description is so visually true..This part,
“all my cautioning words fall on dry ground & become sharp stones that you
carefully circumvent. you follow your own agenda, that
much is clear, & i too take my place among the ignored signs,
while you stumble toward your destiny as if you chose it.”
What else can we do but bear witness, pray for their better fortune and love them even more? In the end..that is our place as they stumble, make mistakes, and learn from them (hopefully). Love and patience is maybe the best we can offer and when they have success on their own route.. enjoy and celebrate it with them… all our heart and soul. Loved this J❤️🌹❤️
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Like a mother with a grown up child learning to steer his/her own life. Watching over, trying to guide but ultimately leaving the child to its own will to learn the hard way. So beautifully expressed, the sadness is apparent. Thanks for sharing.🙏🏼🙏🏼
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well said🙏🏼❤️🙏🏼
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Oh the folly of trying to help steer another’s ship, especially one you love, have invested in, emotionally since birth…. or destiny’s gift, in Shiva. I totally relate to this beautiful piece and your description is so visually true..This part,
“all my cautioning words fall on dry ground & become sharp stones that you
carefully circumvent. you follow your own agenda, that
much is clear, & i too take my place among the ignored signs,
while you stumble toward your destiny as if you chose it.”
What else can we do but bear witness, pray for their better fortune and love them even more? In the end..that is our place as they stumble, make mistakes, and learn from them (hopefully). Love and patience is maybe the best we can offer and when they have success on their own route.. enjoy and celebrate it with them… all our heart and soul. Loved this J❤️🌹❤️
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thanks, my dear. i know you understand.🙏🏼❤️🙏🏼🎈🎈🎈
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Smiles warmly…oh you are correct …..I do and I vibrated to the way you said it too:) 🙏🦋🙏
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