Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Growth and development, a poem from between my legs.



I was driving down the M1.
It is the backbone of the 
UK motorway system.

I had been facilitating a
Corporate Company, 
a team residential.
(Several Billion x  $ turnover)
and
I was bursting to write/reflect
as the rubber hit the road.

So I pulled a paper pad.
Tucked it between
and under my thighs
and started to write blind.

I never took my eyes off the road.
The result,
when I stopped for a coffee,
was like a firework display
BUT I could read it!

AND this was the result::


Growth
does not reside
in a place called
comfortable

Human Development
does not reside
in a place called
certainty

Wholeness
does not reside
in a place called
self

Freedom 
does not reside
in a place called
Security



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