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    The Flea Trainer

    I can see fleas on tiny seesaws,
    sitting tiny swings that sway,
    contented and bored to just pass the time.
    How came they conditioned this way ?

    First put the fleas within a jar
    then place the lid on top.
    The fleas will jump and jump and jump
    hitting glass and lid with knocks
    and after a while the muscles condition
    the jump to avoid the pain
    of colliding with lid and glass so hard,
    over and over again.
    You can remove the lid. Let out the fleas,
    even put them on swings that sway.
    They’ll jump, but within the limits imposed
    on muscles conditioned this way.

    We start out fresh to climb the mountain,
    to leave our marks on Life,
    to jump the stumbling stones of living
    and clear the hurdles of strife
    but we bang our heads. We skin our knees.
    We fracture our hopes and means.
    So when we jump, it’s not so high.
    Conditioning has stolen our Dreams!

    From the corner of my eye, I spied the jar.
    Without lid, there’s a chance to get out.
    Yet the fleas within just could not do it,
    with freedom as close as a shout.
    But my eyes perceived a single flea,
    jumping high and above the rest,
    looking for the opening at the top of the jar
    where freedom is the dream and the quest.

    Each time he jumped, it seemed much higher,
    defying his conditioning to win.
    I found myself cheering on this flea
    now showing me the Hero within.
    With eyes face up for one giant leap
    to clear the barrier, the bar,
    it lunged past fleas and the opening at the top.
    This flea-trainer jumped “Out” of the jar.
    I roared. The fleas in the jar were shocked!
    I clapped. Disbelief ran fast.
    But there was no denying this Will of one flea,
    now looking from the other side of the glass.

    I learned from the “insignificant”
    where significant wisdom is free
    that it’s not the size of the flea in the fight,
    it’s the size of the fight in the flea.
    Being beaten will no longer defeat me,
    tho’ I’m hammered on Life’s anvil and scarred.
    No longer will circumstances crush my Dreams.
    I’m a Flea ‘trained to jump’ from the jar.

    Last edited by Namyh; 09-06-2018, 04:48 PM.

  • #2
    This is nicely done Namyh. That’s why we hear so much about getting out of our comfort zone and not allowing others or circumstances to define or mold us.


    • #3
      Alexandra - I agree. Sometimes we have to step out of the box to see perspectives not viewed before and draw on strengths not drawn on before to write those words not written before and maybe bring a vision not seen before. It's kinda like creating one's own mold. Thanks Alexandra for stopping in and brightening the day with your words. Namyh