Looking Back Through an Innocent Heart

What happens to us as we grow from children to adults?  What happens to the magic we see everywhere and feel in our hearts?  What happens to that wonderful direct and honest approach that is first nature?  Why do we speak through our heads instead of speaking from our hearts?  What the hell are we so afraid of as time tackles our dreams to the ground?

Here is a lovely poem that helps us look through our child’s eyes and I mean our child as in the one that stays within our own heart and Soul – the child we “used” to be.  Read along and remember how different our perspective is as adults now.  Why?  Because we’ve built walls and won’t listen to each other’s hearts, having been “stung” before (so, that must mean we’ll get stung again, right?  Better put up a wall!!)

If we aspire to make this planet a better, more peaceful place, it is imperative to talk to one another, resolve issues, approach relationships with honesty and respect.

I will continue this thread of thought with the next post and, in the meantime, please read the poem and remember how an innocent heart views the world.

To a Child

The greatest poem ever known
Is one all poets have outgrown:
The poetry, innate, untold,
Of being only four years old.

Still young enough to be a part
Of Nature’s great impulsive heart,
Born comrade of bird, beast and tree
And unselfconscious as the bee —

And yet with lovely reason skilled
Each day new paradise to build.
Elate explorer of each sense,
Without dismay, without pretense!

In your unstained, transparent eyes
There is no conscience, no surprise:
Life’s queer conundrums you accept
Your strange divinity still kept.

Being that now enthralls you, all
Harmonious, unit, integral,
Will shed into perplexing bits —
Oh, contradiction of the wits!

And Life, that puts all things in rhyme
May make you poet, too, in time —
But there were days, O tender elf,
When you were Poetry itself!

— Christopher Morley (1922)

Until next time, work on yourSelf, for that is all there is you can truly share in the world.

Love,
Nancy

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