You cannot heal…
Those Inner Wounds you hide so well…
Not with money…designer clothes…a new car…a bigger car…a better house…
A new boyfriend…or perhaps a girlfriend this time…?
Neither does a new lover…or even a younger one…
Heal one’s inner wounds…
Nor can a trip do it…
Not one to the village in Italy you didn’t visit last year…
Or to the seashore…or the mountains…or the ocean…
No…
No matter how much you acquire…or how far you go…
THERE YOU ARE…
Still the same you…
Suffering all of the same…
Hidden-from-the-world-Inner-Wounds…
That can never be healed…by the world…
And yet you continue…
For all of a lifetime…
Running…
Seeking…
From place to place…
Person to person…
Distraction to distraction…
Until…finally….this experience of being human on planet Earth…
Self-extinguishes…
Body part…by body part…
Until once again…
What was “you…”
Becomes the stuff of which the stars are made…
Without “you” ever having learned…
Your purpose in being…
Toni Roberts
http://toniroberts.imagekind.com