Poem - On this Magical Lake
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Introduction
I wrote this in Feb 2023 while on vacation in Guatemala. It was my second night at the magical Lake Atitlán... staying at Eagle's Nest in San Marcos. I'll write more about what this poem means late... right now it's 5am and I just want to type it out, and hopefully read it sometime tomorrow.
On this Magical Lake
On this magical lake.
We dream... of transformation.
We breathe, we meditate, we dance, we connect,
And we redefine the word vacation.
On this magical lake.
... where black-hawk eagles fly in the sun,
The view will take your breath away.
The breeze against your skin,
But this beauty alone will not make you stay.
It is the people here,
That will melt your heart.
If you are only brave and lucky enough to truly gaze into someone's eyes,
And find the time to learn their stories.
On this magical lake.
Animals howl at the moon.
You either sleep soundly... or not one wink.
Excited at the very brink of a personal breakthrough,
Finding yourself, vulnerability, love or just a new way to think.
I ask you... what is your next breakthrough?
Last night I could not sleep.
Overcome with excitement.
Feeling like I am on the verge of something big.
Maybe the start of my breakthrough is this poem.
Yesterday I felt more alive than in years.
Comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time.
Interactive with people in dance.. for some people that is already a breakthrough.
Heart exploding with gratitude for the natural beauty around me... magical.
Talking vulnerably... heartwarming.
Limitless questions... playful.
I sat at a table with perhaps the most beautiful women and men I have ever seen. Not because they look like hippy fitness models, yoga nameste weekly..... They are beautiful in this moment because they are smiling and opening up their inner light. Some have the desire to turn off their minds and let go. Some have a desire to tear down walls. To become comfortable being uncomfortable... since that is where real growth occurs.
I wish I could learn more about everyone. To write everyone a poem that makes them smile, to give the gift of a massage or book to each person.... but my personal breakthrough might be inwards. To discover my next step in life.
What makes me nervous is to facilitate. I've never done that in any formal way. The idea of getting a group together and leading eye gazing and breakthrough for others. It makes my heart tense. Nervous that I might do a bad job. Maybe I'm too intense for most, maybe I come across myself as if I have the answers. In fact I usually have no idea what I'm doing.... And maybe you will resonate with that.
Would I get feedback that I talk to much? Once debilitatingly shy now sometimes it's hard for me and my mind to be quiet. I admire more and more the people who can facilitate gracefully. I want to be that. I want to be powerful enough to inspire.
We all do.
We want to seamlessly blurt out and ask for our desires.
To start a cuddle puddle. To dance with someone we fancy. To sing together. To howl at sunset. To be braver than we ever dreamed.
On this magical lake.
Many of us may already have broken new ground.
On the brink of finding love, or realizing our next big step in life.
Connect with others, connect with yourself.
On this magical lake.
The view will take your breath away.
But it is the people here,
That will melt your heart.
And make you wish to stay.
-- AN.
