No more dueling with myself or others in that insane darkness. No more dueling in that dizzying drama. No more joining with others only to slip down into our shared attachments, resistances and reactions. Somehow, I got myself out of that witch’s cauldron. I look back, and I am free from that swirling mess. I do not consent to stay where old friends persuade or demand I stay. I allow them to have their addictive desires to that energetic pull to go round and round in that adrenaline induced dark place. I accept their decision to stay stuck along the river of life. But I will no longer be joining them in that insane merry-go-round. I choose to move along now, floating my boat in calmer waters. I bless my old friends to realize that they, too, can do the same. But I will not turn back. I know the past is not the place for me. I must carry on when the river calls me to carry on.
There is no finding reconciliation in the witch’s cauldron. There is no finding justice there. There is no finding safety there. I move on now, in my boat, along the river of life, forever exploring the mysteries it has to show me.
There’s a place that keeps on calling me. On the road, that’s where I’ll always be. Every stop I make, I make a new friend; its a hobo’s song, can’t stay for long, then I’m gone again. Maybe tomorrow I’ll wanna settle down. Until tomorrow, the whole world is my home.
Nina’s Nuances 