Posted by Ben Naga
They have forgotten
They are only pretending
No longer children
Free to be themselves – don’t see
Invisible training wheels
Posted on November 6, 2014, in Tanka and tagged Compassion, Loss, Tanka. Bookmark the permalink. 24 Comments.
Imagine we wanted to hurry and grow up. Thinking we would be free when we already were free.
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When in fact “adulthood” was to a great degree the exact opposite.
Reblogged this on Dawn of Divine Rays.
Thank you kindly. 🙂
Reblogged this on Gramma Krackers and commented:
Ben’s been readin’ my mind again….
Thank you for the repost.
My trainin’ wheels are still visible…. 😉
That’s the first step in freeing yourself, or at least to modifying them to your personal liking.
Wheeee!!! Ridin’ downhill without any brakes. 😀
You little daredevil. 🙂
Reblogged this (but it’s not showin’ up here).
You seem to have succeeded now. Thank you for the repost. 🙂
If only I had wheels, training or otherwise. Instead I find myself peering into half seen environments that I don’t really understand. You buying me a bike Ben Naga? Will I understand then? Feel the wind in my face? Training wheels or not?
My inner life seems to be where most of my significant journeying goes on these days. All my poems are invitations to go travelling. I have heard it said that travel broadens the mind, but never that it guarantees understanding. Or at least not until we return home. “Second childhood”?
“We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.”
– T. S. Eliot
Oh…I do love those last lines!
Bless you, Charles. 🙂
deeper than deeper the inner circles of childhood they try to steal away from children & us olders who are still there.
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“Life is wasted on the living.”
– Douglas Adams
It is only when someone thinks about no time that they begin to worry. Then for some life finally gains meaning or terrorizes them. jk
No speaking for self but a general statement of facts for some or all at times.
I would love to save folk from worry, unless it is ultimately of value. But then who am I to judge? At best we fumble in our darkness, trusting to our heart(s).
Children are always fun to be around for me, but even more so before they learn to put on the mask that we all wear.
Why do we wear it, I wonder, and is putting it on something we consciously do? I don’t remember when I did, but I watched as my own kids put it on and I felt both sad and powerless to stop it
I can empathise with every word here. However, I do what I can to remain as genuine I am able and wait patiently to come across any spark I can kindle further.
Ah, that we could all access our inner child! Of course you know I really like this one. 🙂
I had my suspicions. 😉
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