<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353514" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Walk On</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Walking On<br>is not just a matter<br>of feet<br>measuring out <br>the streets <br>of this world; <br>or the clatter<br>of railway tracks<br>dwindling to a point<br>in the far-off, backward-looking, <br>which has now become the past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor is it the Ocean Liner<br>slipping out of port, <br>pushing through waves<br>which break<br>and form again<br>in its wake<br>and become the past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor is it Heathrow<br>packed <br>with little pockets of human misery; <br>its loudspeakers<br>calling this one, <br>telling that one where to go<br>whom to contact; <br>sending its iron birds buzzing through the Void.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor moving sand<br>filling the footprints<br>of the beachcomber.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is not the Divorce Court<br>apportioning the family property, <br>its houses and wardrobes, <br>bank accounts and children; <br>everything divided, neatly, into two.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is not the New Year's Resolution<br>the half-effort, half-prayer<br>of one who finds himself<br>at rock-bottom, needing a new solution, <br>(sensing the rocks giving way beneath him) .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the cleansing of the Heart<br>with the tears of letting go<br>what is now too heavy<br>to possess.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the cleansing of the Mind<br>with the light of understanding, <br>chasing out shadows <br>it is no longer necessary<br>to repress.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the cleansing of Conscience<br>seeing what is obvious, <br>giving it the courage<br>to confess.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the cleansing of the Spirit<br>which identifies itself<br>with absolutely nothing<br>(and nothing less!) .</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Brian+Taylor">Brian Taylor</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353514" data-title="Walk On de Brian Taylor" data-description="Walking On is not just a matter of feet measuring out the streets of this world; or the clatter of railway tracks dwindling to a point in the far-off, backward-looking, which has now become the past. Nor is it the Ocean Liner slipping out of ..."></div> </div> </div>

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