New Moorings

Are anchors fetters or do they stabilise, acting as moorings, holding us steady, that we may stay grounded in our comfort zone, whilst battling fierce winds of duality? We walk alone yet seek safety in numbers, opting to adopt culture based on birth, deludedly following narrow beliefs, although in our heart, gong of truth rings not. We feel within our bones that we are a soul, so why then do we cling to illusion, more so recognising that it is transient, enmeshing mind in a gossamer web? Employing specious logic, we justify fear of freedom, inventing a new script, languishing thus in darkness and rewriting beliefs in secret code we can’t decrypt. 17-March-2023 New Moorings Poetry Contest Sponsor: Julia Ward