Who Owns You is a brief poem I wrote and follow-up reflection.
Who owns you?
Who gets in your heart,
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
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?