There it is
The unconscious becomes conscious
I gently offer you, my dear reader, a little poem about the unconscious becoming conscious. In our own bodies. In our families. In our places of work. In our nation. In our larger systems.
We can tell the truth about the patterns that drive us.
We can bring compassion to what hurts.
We can take responsibility for our part in allowing it to continue.
We can do our work to interrupt it.
Over and over and over.
there it is
the terrible pattern
unconsciously racing
through muscles
thoughts
systemsÂenergy and painÂ
stuck without release
destined to roamÂ
a body for eternityÂ
wreaking havocÂ
and hiding in shameÂunless
we choose to watch
the terrible patternÂ
with curiosityÂ
patience
compassionÂeven when it’sÂ
uncomfortable
and painfulÂ
to stare right at itÂ
to see it’s glory
and terrorÂto see how it
drives usÂ
when we don’tÂ
want to be drivenseeing the unconscious
become consciousÂ
hurtsand heals
I’m leading a class on the book Secure Relating. This poem would be a great thing to share with them!