The poem, Same Old Way, was written when I was 24. I used to judge my older poems from ego without spirit, but I read them now. And I see that my spiritual self was trying to reach me even then. I just was so focused on the pain, the grievance blaming, blaming anything outside myself, not taking responsibility.
Now that’s not the case. I am more and more willing to look inside myself and not judge. Anyone just investigates, just notice. And when I look without judgment with curiosity and compassion, I see south more clearly the journey to here, the journey of this body’s life. To this place in my awareness. And I love it all, every aspect of myself, smallest and biggest, and where I love both equally, I joined them together as one, in some ways that were happening when I was 20.
Or at least the opportunity to choose differently. The opportunity to choose love was offered to me and was expressed in this poem. I was able to choose. Then I choose it now.
Whenever I go home I always say
The same old things, the same old way
Unfeeling, mean, malicious things
Never good and meant to sting
To wound the pride
Of father’s tough
Unyielding hide
And sting it does
Oh yes, I know
Cause that’s just as
I wanted so
To inflict pain
As I have seen
Cast so often
Upon my being
The time has come, the time is now
I have to act, just tell him how
In all those years
That all those tears
Held deep inside
Instead of cried
Have built too high
To stem the tide
The time has come to set things straight
Must place the love where once was hate
So when I go home, I won’t say
The same old things, the same old way
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Carla Mahle
Masterful Living Ascension Pathway class participant
