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RUNNING FROM MY LIFE by Shari Sachs

This poem is more like a "koan", posing a question…

Koans are paradoxes to be meditated upon that are used to train Zen Buddhist monks to abandon ultimate dependence on reason, forcing them into gaining sudden intuitive enlightenment.

Like a koan, my poem contains just a few words, but a big question about the existence of our lives. It was inspired when I was thinking one day about how much of my life I spend "running" or wanting to run.

Running From My Life
by Shari Sachs

I've been running away, and to, my elusive life
My whole life
Peering regretfully behind
Pining for what's up ahead

Never present with what is
Here
Now
My Life

Gone by

If you are not present for your Life
Did it every really exist?

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Shari Sachs began her journey as a wanderer, dreamer, and an idealist who wanted to write stories, poetry, and save the world.  Meandering sets of circumstances led her away from that calling and toward a long career as a business executive which she loved until she didn’t.   Lurking underneath the thick skin of corporate identity that camouflaged her true essence was a soul waiting to be reborn. In the last several years, Shari has been on a renewed journey of shedding this skin and reinventing herself as a storyteller, stirrer of souls and overall humanity embracer.  Shari’s mission in her writing is to show us what it means to be both human and divine and sometimes to be able to laugh at ourselves.  Her newest project is centered on speaking to those of us who are awakening in mid-life. Through heartfelt, real, candid and humorous storytelling, Shari provokes us to think about our ordinary lives in extraordinary ways.  "Shari's blogs graceful under fire and companion blog graceful aftermidlife are coming very soon..."

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