There comes a day when
it no longer matters what others think.
All that matters now
is that we follow our own lead.
That we no longer resist
the urge to get our feet wet.
At the waterside.
At the harbour, where we draw our own tide.
Yes all that matters now
is that we source the depths of our own longing.
For we know that our very being depends
on the truths we tell ourselves.
And these truths are reflected now,
in the stillness of the water’s surface.
Yes, look and find,
that after all, you are perfect.
To your own self to which you are now true.
And to your own purposes which call you.
Ana Lisa de Jong
August 2017
‘So come to the pond,
or the river of your imagination,
or the harbour of your longing.
And put your lip to the world.
And live your life.’
Mary Oliver
Image: My own (Marlborough Sounds)
Living Tree Poetry 