Treasure Island

John Scully

(19th October 1947 / London)

Be Heedful of Necessity


As you simplify your life
from past and present changes,
be afraid of nothing, but necessity,
for it is the journey that matters most.

It may take many wonderful ways
or days of bitterness and resentment,
but to travel in the right direction
things will simply happen.

We will change and overcome our problems
and be ourselves without really knowing
that love was letting go of fear,
so laugh and let life stand aside for just a while.

Look in that misty mirror
and see reflections looking back,
direct your dreams in the eyes of the beholder
and you will join with certainty the 'caravan of love'.

Submitted: Monday, March 04, 2013
Edited: Monday, March 04, 2013

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