Who Owns You?

Who Owns You is a brief poem I wrote and follow-up reflection.

Who owns you?
Who gets in your heart,
your soul,
your head,
your face?

I read somewhere that the true definition of a free and at peace person
is someone happily standing on a street corner with no place to go.

You might say, “but I don’t want to be standing on a street corner
with no place to go. I want to go places and be doing things. I want to
be needed, busy, on the go, in demand…all of that.”

I understand. I am part of that tempo too.

But last winter I began a quiet process of being
mindful to also say, “Thank you, but no.”
Not “no” because I no longer cared about some task or effort,
But “no” because I did care, about leaving room
For the “yeses” that may rightly come
and did.

Most people barely noticed. one or two were slightly
miffed and maybe another somewhat pissed,
which told me I was on the right track.

One man I know drives like hell to get to the Kripalu Retreat Center to
weekend with his spiritual advisor, then screams at traffic
on the way home on Sunday. I suggested something wasn’t working,
so he bought a new car.

What about you?
Been standing on any street corners lately?

Kevin Lee

Author: Kevin Lee

In a nutshell, Kevin fesses up to the following: He's a retired youth advocate-counselor, a blogger, writer, photographer, rower, Friends Minister, grandpa of six and married to a terrific woman for 43 years and counting!

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