Whatever important decision you’re about to make
Whatever liminal space you’ve occupied
You're standing at the threshold
It's time to take the leap…
The question I have for you is:
Who will you be?
And who or what will you leave?
I wrote a poem about this, called: Leap Little Bird
Hello little bird
Sitting on the tree
Looking at me
Why do you sit there
On the ledge
Teetering?
Don’t you think
It’s about time
To fledge?
Oh, I see
You’re still upset with me
Thinking that I had left
One day you’ll see
I didn’t flee
I had simply leapt.
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We’re not always understood when we take the leap.
And the world we occupied before is not the same.
We change. And the spaces change.
So where are you on the ledge right now, little bird?
Where are you teetering?
And where are you about to leap into?
Who will you be?
And who or what will you leave?
Can you give yourself permission…
Not to flee, but to leap?
This has been a Living Transmission Poetry Beat. Thank you for joining me!
Benjamin
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