Looking with half blind eyes <br />for the mislaid answer to all the lies. <br />If only I could see more clearly <br />and not just what is dear to me. <br /> <br />I cannot remember where I left <br />the spectacles that sit on my head <br />In my heart I know I never did <br />change except in what I think I know. <br /> <br />Like layers of an onion peeled <br />that give rise to heartfelt tears. <br />Layers of ambition tinged with apprehension <br />anger when one layer goes. <br />Wanting more and jealous of another's <br />seeming effortless acquisitions <br />of things I think I miss. <br /> <br />And when the onions skins are gone <br />the tears subside and cooking's done <br />it was just a mistake that I did make <br />to think that You had not been there <br />when in dismay and deep despair <br />I looked and searched. <br /> <br />What did I find only things that bind <br />oh how can I be so blind <br />The monkey with hand inside <br />clenching the tasty fruit he finds <br />cannot take out his hand <br />through narrow rimm'ed pot. <br /> <br />But if he just released his grip <br />freedom would again be his <br />as if a magic urn <br />had his liberty returned <br />So simple to just be. <br />Remember mind remember <br />the secret of success <br />is not having more but less.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/letting-go-55/
