No Man is an Island

It was John Donne a poet of the the early sixteen hundreds who said that " no man is an island , entire to itself. " Humans are a special breed in that they need interaction with others, rarely do we as a people thrive well isolated. It all so can be interpreted that together we can accomplish more than what one alone cannot. 

I woke this morning as if I was in the abstract,separate from my surroundings and yet could feel it closing in around me. The emptiness and loneliness is more than the state of the physical. As I wiped the tears which were streaming down my face, I thought of the winter storm that had yet to surface. Call the moment a challenge, a chapter or a page torn from the book of life. None of it seem to make any sense as the tears clouded the moment and blocked my visual from the reality or was it the opposite and there I stood drowning in reality which was blocking the dream. 


In my moment of frustration and the need to make sense of my thoughts and actions I reached for that which felt comfortable . Each breath I took was like a stone in the building of a bridge,one by one lay in the creation across the mountains and the miles to connect our spirits.  I found that when my mind was weighted in darkness that is when I felt lost and struggling and that is exactly when I found you standing there with your arms open. I felt a chill as my senses absorbed the energy of your love. I thought quick, life preserver, anchor, ship, friend. Through the stream of tears, a smile emerged and the cloud of darkness lifted to reveal all the possibilities when  hearts meet and souls entwine. 

"No man is an Island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were; any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee."

John Donne, Meditation XVII

English clergyman & poet (1572 - 1631)

We are many things to many people but what

 is of utmost importance is what we are to ourself. 

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Because I believe it is so, is not necessarily

enough to make it so. 

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When my actions quick and indecisive came to a stop,

a chill set in ...I am cold.

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I have been controlled for so long by the actions of others,

that today I take one step to unleash my heart and free my soul.

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Spinning and spinning around I go,

 pity and anger like the darkness flows.

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The barriers unseen by the eyes 

are viewed extensively by the heart. 

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Hold my hand....for your heart leads with rays of sunlight.

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Takes a deep breath, wipes tears and allows the 

infusion of your love into my soul to set it free.

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I thought if I believed it so, it was so, but I was not taking into accountability that we are not all standing on the same stage, playing the same part. 

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I once believed that love was so empowering that
 it was capable of anything and everything...I still do.

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We can and we will...