Inner Praxis


from the ABC set Yutka's poems

Give yourself room.
Walk the way
between the swinging lanterns of grief,
of resentment, of rage.
Take the difficult path
that does not lead you to the waters
but climbs the hill
towards the jagged rocks,
the gaping valleys, through winds
of discontentment.
Breathe the sacred air
for you are alive and living means fighting.
Battle the selfishness, the inertia,
the tightness of emotions.
Free are those who grow
in the perception of self,
the knowledge of self consciousness
in gratitude for having been given life,
here, between earth and sky,
to walk the way from birth to death.
Fill your heart with love,
for all that there is and sing the song
of thankfulness.

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Comments

Mangone | October 13, 2010 - 12:15

Couldn't have put it better myself!
Thank you.

littleditty | October 14, 2010 - 13:08

this flows a treat, like a cool drink, refreshing :)

skinner_jennifer | October 14, 2010 - 16:58

Your poem makes me want to say, how good it is to be
alive. Simply wonderful.
Jenny.

maggyvaneijk | October 14, 2010 - 18:15

A beautiful poem, could work as an everyday mantra for appreciating life and the self.

Yutka | October 23, 2010 - 06:13

Thank you Jenny. I felt I had to say this. Give thanks for being alive, every minute. As life is so beautiful but fragile. I wrote this poem in one go waking up in the middle of the night and was surprised when I found it in the morning. My inner voice had urged me this expression. Quite weird, isn't it? Love from Yutka:)

skinner_jennifer | October 23, 2010 - 17:33

Hello Yutka,
I had a similar experience, when Norman Wisdom died,
I was asleep, then all of a sudden I woke up, with
a need to turn the television on to the news, when I
heard of his death, words just seemed to come into
my head, I had to get them down. I wrote it down in
a poem and put it on ABC Tales. It is very strange.
So I know exactly how you feel. You take care, have
a good weekend. Jenny. xx

Yutka | October 26, 2010 - 17:22

Love to hear that, my poetic sister, or may be "sister in poetics" ....love, Yutka:)