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04/21/2014 01:47 pm ET | Updated Jun 21, 2014

Turn Around

It was in a dream in my sixtieth year that I realized that for all my efforts to protect my inwardness from a brutal world, my inwardness is the source of my strength and resilience.

Turn Around

I've spent too much time
protecting my spirit from the
world, close but with my back
to it. Now, when I'm too old to
remember what I was afraid of,
my spirit rises behind me like
early light to move the dark
along. Its warmth turns me
around.

Facing my soul, its aliveness
is unending. It can take the
shape of anything. I can drink
from it like a lake. Its waves can
rise and turn into birds. Stars
drop into it and I can drink
their light. Bowing to it, it
mirrors the face below my
face.

I've had it backwards. My
soul protects me, the way the
sun without moving causes
every thing to grow.

A Question to Walk With: What is the nature of your conversation with your soul?

For more poetry for the soul, click here.

For more by Mark Nepo, click here.

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