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Tributes to Althea Hayton

Althea Hayton, founder of Womb Twin, passed away peacefully on August 13 (sorry for the delay in posting this news on the blog). We are all ...

Friday, August 07, 2009

Resistance to change - a poem

I came across this today: (I have unearthed a lot of stuff preparing to write this book!) I think it gives one a fresh take on resistance to change that is rooted in the pre-birth experience.

SQUARE PEG
I once learned how to be a square peg, and loved one-sidely

I loved my little square peg and knew that it was good-
I loved the cold, square world we shared and thought that I was fine.
We lived in harmony, my square peg and I.

I came into a round world and I simply didn't fit:
I was a square peg in a round world and I was lost and alone.
So I learned to fit with the round world, and squashed my four sharp corners:
How I longed to be free and not to have to act a part!

I live my round life in this great round globe but my square dreams remain:
I long for a tiny, square world of long ago where I once was quite at home.
In that world I was alone, unseen, unheard, afraid.....but I was truly ME!
Here I am a false shadow of my true identity.

I will be true! I will be whole! I renounce my round and empty false self!
I will build a square prison with four corners where I will fit exactly-
There I will rest and heal the wounds of trying to be round...
I will allow only square things in my own square world.

But to the window of my square prison she comes nightly.
She speaks of love but I do not understand.
She wants my trust but she does not know my pain-
She demands relationship but I don't know what to do.

I will insist that she be square and stay with me!
I will give her corners, set her in her place!
Then we can dance the square dance to the tune that I am singing:
I will be master of my square world and she will be my friend!

But in the night I try not to hear her mourning for her round world;
In the day her sadness is not quite visible to me;
In the morning I will fill my good square life with unyielding routines
In the evening I will rest and try not to be aware.

Time passes, she leaves and I am alone.
She has taken her sadness away.
It is better now.
I am a square peg once more, and quite content.

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