Dipped into a canister
Soft suds inside there be
Captured onto the utensil
Now externally you see.
A breath in through the nose
A soft current released through the mouth
Those suds on that utensil
Now capture that current throughout.
Slowly, in motion
A sphere takes form
Those sud particles
Release from the utensil, forevermore.
Now traveling on its own
That air captured within
The bubble that took form
Explores the world around it, within.
Floating to the left
Then scurrying to the right
The things in its surroundings
Impact its motion as it takes flight.
That air that is within
Where did it come from before?
That air that is within
What was its history before this explore?
Now captured in this moment
Now captured in this scene
Now captured in this sphere
In this lens only now it can see.
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As that current made its way
From the body to the bubble's sphere
Are we ever captured in a moment
In a phase or a scene?
Are there ever times that we are encompassed
By the lens through which we currently see?
Immersed in the experience
Disconnected from perspective
From the zoom-out of life.
Immersed solely in the moment
Unable to compartmentalize the greater picture, further from what is currently in sight.
Drawn into a singular lens
Whether we know it or we do not
Drawn into a singular lens
External realities are not a thought.
Do we know it if we are there
If this is the life we are living and see?
Do we know it if we are there
Is that sud in which we are captured understood to be upon the?
If we are living in this way
Are some things seen with a slight blur?
If we are living in this way
Does that shelter separate us from external realities each day?
If we function through such lens
Is there ever a way out?
If we function through such lens
Can we take our finger and pop that bubble's film
To end the motion of its adventure throughout?
Does that bubble we are in
That lens through which we see
Serve a purpose or a function
As we dwell in it and be?
A bubble's motion is determined
By its surroundings, the environment of the scene.
Floating this way and that
Without personal pursuit
Of how it will live, see, or be.
Scurrying this way and that
As the nature of its path deems
If it were to try and deter
Its existence would be risked
Its ability to be.
If the bubble turned course
Altered trajectory on its way
Then bumped into a structure
A pop would end its life
No longer its presence portrayed.
When you are immersed in a lens
In a stage of life
In a moment you are walking through
To contemplate an alternative
Does it ever feel impossible?
As if the result could be the death of part of your life?
Do you ever feel overwhelmed
As you contemplate the possibility?
Do you ever feel defeated
Thinking - how could you dare move your motion away from this scene?
Does it ever feel so severe
As if a shift could equate to death?
Like that bubble that scurried off
If you trudge a new route
The end of your existence could be met?
Do the fears of the unknown
The worries that are at play
The hesitations to make a change
Exist to protect us, in some way?
Does the person at our core
The truest nature of our soul
Hold the discernment to understand
Hold the discernment to know?
To know what next is right
To know which way to go
To know if, of that encompassed lens,
We should separate or flow?
Do those fears, worries, and anxieties
Those life-threatening visions of what could be
Exist to remind us of our human nature
Of the realities of the risks of a new scene?
Our beings have an inner knowing
Of the basic needs that we require.
Those needs of food, shelter, and safety
Those needs that are individual to our lives.
Is it possible that those fears
Those anxieties that stem from within
Are raising a flag to remind us
What we risk if, through the next step,
Those necessities are not known?
Are they trying to protect us
But somehow instead they keep us stuck?
Are they trying to protect us
But instead, we must soothe them
Remind them that we can care for ourselves
Even amongst realities that may be rough?
Like that bubble that took a detour
Is the lesson to be deemed
That we must take courage and believe in ourselves
If we want a shift to come to be?
What if when that bubble popped
Instead of seeing the end of a structure or a being
We saw the opportunity for the particles within
To take on a new form or way of being?
If we find ourselves encased in a world
That does not feel aligned or quite right
If we are contemplating a new possibility
A new reality for our life
Taking that new course
Stepping forward on that new route
May always be scary and cause fright
May always foster worries throughout.
What if instead of focusing on the fears
What if instead of focusing on what may no longer be
We asked ourselves what it would mean
If we never adjusted that scene?
If we were always in that bubble
If the current was the forever reality
How would we feel then?
Would we be okay with that trajectory?
Perhaps half of the battle
Of making changes
Of taking steps in our lives
Is choosing to take courage
To walk forward
Despite those fears that are in sight.
A utensil was dipped into a canister
From suds, a bubble took form
The air that was within, had a story before.
Now outside of the bubble
Free to roam as it desires to move.
The bubble was temporary
Our trajectory is ours to choose.
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