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A Ninety foot ceiling or is it a dome
Many of us live without a thought or a care about venturing far from our home or lair
Some live their life in a hollowed-out cave
Others more adventurous prefer to roam and be brave
Some live deep underground
While others pretend to do it all
They live under a dome
Seeing the light having nature at hand
But never venturing far across their own town or land
They live under a dome never reaching their ninety feet
They never touch the sides or the peaks
These are the many
The ones who in daily life
Carry the countries and kind of hide
They seek out adventure in various ways
Mostly experiencing it through the senses of each day
Watching others on social media and TV
Experiencing the beauty and natural wonders they seek
Yet never venturing past their ninety-foot dome
They pretend to wander and roam
Those who wander and roam all their life
Are the seekers and adventurous but are afraid of a mundane life
Somewhere in the middle are those who seek both
They understand and know the truth
This is the ninety-foot ceiling
The dome
And these are the souls that teach others how to wander and truly roam
Without fear of stagnation
Mundaness of life
But to follow the sounds of their souls speak
To be open and willing in life
To explore unknown lands
To sit in silence and just let themselves be silent
To honour the feelings of families and a tribe that needs to be
To fully explore what brings them joy in the moments in between
Not having any care if they are sitting alone
To live life fully their way on their terms
These are the ninety-foot ceiling livers
They follow their hearts
Carry no guilt
Love themselves fully
Love others too
Compassion is their companion
Living their friend
A village is the way we are all meant to live
Each one of us has a skill to add
In the ninety-foot ceiling, we are all loved
Each one does what they have the joy to do
Even if that seems mundane to another
It’s the truth
So when you sit and fear adventuring out of your comfort zone
Or you wish to hide in your hollowed-out cave in the semi-dark
Or fly high through the mountains and rivers but never land
Remember we all need to come home to our village, our tribe, our lands
Let those who hold the villages hold you too
Let yourself explore your unseen and unspoken truths
The ninety-foot ceiling is a place for all of us to learn
The village within the dome is our learning curve.
So I ask you now
Which one are you
A village holder
A cave dweller
An adventurer
Or a teacher of how you can explore and live them all.
About the Creator
Donna Morgan
I am a lover of the mystical the magical and the spiritual.
I write to heal myself and to share my journey with anxiety and life that I experience through my feelings.
I love to write it is my healing place.
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Comments (1)
Cleverly done it.