How I Became A Warrior - by Jeff Foster
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- čas přidán 20. 10. 2019
- I love how this poem has touched so many people. I thought I'd read it out for you. ;)
HOW I BECAME A WARRIOR
Once, I ran from fear
so fear controlled me.
Until I learned to hold fear like a newborn.
Listen to it, but not give in.
Honour it, but not worship it.
Fear could not stop me anymore.
I walked with courage into the storm.
I still have fear,
but it does not have me.
Once, I was ashamed of who I was.
I invited shame into my heart.
I let it burn.
It told me, "I am only trying
to protect your vulnerability".
I thanked shame dearly,
and stepped into life anyway,
unashamed, with shame as a lover.
Once, I had great sadness
buried deep inside.
I invited it to come out and play.
I wept oceans. My tear ducts ran dry.
And I found joy right there.
Right at the core of my sorrow.
It was heartbreak that taught me how to love.
Once, I had anxiety.
A mind that wouldn't stop.
Thoughts that wouldn't be silent.
So I stopped trying to silence them.
And I dropped out of the mind,
and into the Earth.
Into the mud.
Where I was held strong
like a tree, unshakeable, safe.
Once, anger burned in the depths.
I called anger into the light of myself.
I felt its shocking power.
I let my heart pound and my blood boil.
Listened to it, finally.
And it screamed, "Respect yourself fiercely now!".
"Speak your truth with passion!".
"Say no when you mean no!".
"Walk your path with courage!".
"Let no one speak for you!"
Anger became an honest friend.
A truthful guide.
A beautiful wild child.
Once, loneliness cut deep.
I tried to distract and numb myself.
Ran to people and places and things.
Even pretended I was "happy".
But soon I could not run anymore.
And I tumbled into the heart of loneliness.
And I died and was reborn
into an exquisite solitude and stillness.
That connected me to all things.
So I was not lonely, but alone with All Life.
My heart One with all other hearts.
Once, I ran from difficult feelings.
Now, they are my advisors, confidants, friends,
and they all have a home in me,
and they all belong and have dignity.
I am sensitive, soft, fragile,
my arms wrapped around all my inner children.
And in my sensitivity, power.
In my fragility, an unshakeable Presence.
In the depths of my wounds,
in what I had named “darkness”,
I found a blazing Light
that guides me now in battle.
I became a warrior
when I turned towards myself.
And started listening.
- Jeff Foster
If you’re reading this then it was written for you! You’re awesome and you’re never alone because I care about you. I love you ❤️. Here; take this big fat hug 🤗. 💜
It could have been my words. I'm just discovering you and you are such a beautiful soul Jeff ! Thank you for being, right now, in that present moment. We'll meet some day.
Love, Light and Wisdom 🤍✨️🙏🏾
To be able to compose a poem such as this, you are one of the few really wealthy people, inward richness.
Bless you.
I'm a recovery addict. This is honestly wat were taught in AA and how we become "reborn" thank you I love this!❤
Jeff has helped me more than all the other teachers I have followed for more than 30 years. He just has it. Thanks so much
So touching and resonating! Thank you Jeff.
You are a poet amongst the spiritual teachers..Thank you.You speak the Truth.
So deep so profound soooo beautiful
Hi! I thought this poem so strong and it transmits a strength to everyone that needs to know your own value. So I translated to Brazilian Portuguese to everyone access these beautiful words.
COMO ME TORNEI UM GUERREIRO
Uma vez, fugi do medo
então o medo me controlou.
Até que aprendi a segurar o medo como um recém-nascido.
Ouví-lo, mas não me entregar.
Honrá-lo, mas não venerá-lo.
O medo não pode mais me parar.
Andei com coragem na tempestade.
Eu ainda tinha medo,
mas ele não me tinha.
Uma vez, eu estava envergonhado de quem eu era.
Convidei a vergonha para visitar meu coração.
Deixei-a queimar.
E ela me disse “Eu só estou tentando proteger sua vulnerabilidade.”
Agradeci ternamente a vergonha,
e fui caminhar pela vida de qualquer jeito,
desavergonhado e com vergonha tal qual um amante.
Uma vez, eu tive uma grande mágoa
enterrada nas profundezas.
Convidei-a para sair e brincar.
E chorei oceanos. Meus dutos lacrimais secaram.
E encontrei alegria bem ai.
Bem no âmago da minha tristeza.
Foi o desgosto que me ensinou a amar.
Uma vez, eu tive ansiedade.
Uma mente que não parava.
Pensamentos que não ficavam em silêncio.
Então parei de tentar silenciá-los.
E sai da minha mente,
para a Terra.
Para a lama.
Onde eu me fortalecia
como uma árvore, imperturbável, segura.
Uma vez, a raiva queimou nas abismos.
Chamei-a para a luz.
Senti seu poder chocante.
Deixei meu coração golpear e meu sangue ferver.
Ouvi a raiva, finalmente.
E ela gritou “Respeite-se ferozmente agora!”
”Ande por seu caminho com coragem!”
“Não deixe ninguém falar por você!”
E a raiva tornou-se uma amiga honesta.
Uma verdadeira guia.
Uma linda garota selvagem.
Uma vez, a solidão me cortou fundo.
Tentei me distrair e me anestesiar.
Fugi para pessoas e lugares e coisas.
Até fingi ser “feliz.”
Mas logo não pude fugir mais.
E tombei no íntimo da solidão.
E morri e renasci
numa solidão requintada e numa quietude.
Isto me conectou a todas as coisas.
Então e não estava solitário, mas sozinho com Toda a Vida.
Meu coração um-com-todos os outros corações.
Uma vez, fugi dos sentimentos difíceis.
Agora, eles são meus conselheiros, confidentes, amigos
e eles tem um lar em mim,
e eles são pertinentes e tem dignidade.
Sou sensível, suave, frágil,
meus braços envolveram todas minhas crianças interiores.
E em minha sensibilidade, poder.
Em minha fragilidade, uma inabalável Presença.
Nas profundidades de minhas feridas traumas,
as quais chamei de “escuridão”,
encontrei uma Luz resplandecente
que me guia agora na batalha.
Tornei-me guerreiro
quando me voltei para mim mesmo.
E comecei a me ouvir.
Jeff Foster
(Tradução: Michelle Milhomem)
Beautiful, truly beautiful 💕
prayer as I watch this video:
- to awaken more deeply
- to be continuously given insights and downloads that help and assist me
- to unite and be with my twin-flame/soul-mate/true-love
- to successfully thrive off my passions and talents
- for a tribe of real friends
- to be permanently healed on every level and in every way...
Such a lovely poem. Every phrase rings honest and true 🙏🙏🙏
Thank you.
Dear Jeff: How your poem resonates with my own voyage, so beautiful. Thank you so much.
This moved me deeply. Tears were flowing at the end of it. Thank you! 😍
I still have fear but it doesn't have me- how subtle and powerful 💚💚💚
Thank you so much, for sharing your truth, Thank you
This truly touched me. Thank you
Beautiful! This is what i'm going through now. Not there yet though.
I kinda rely on these videos to a certain extent. Thank you Mr. Foster. Inspiring and comforting words that tend to come nothing short of profound.
I have learned So much from this man He has opened me up to my feelings and to have the courage to 'Be" with my feelings Respect and Gratitude to You Jeff ♥️🙏
Thank you ...so much.......😊
This is a great poem Jeff! I love it! Very proud of you...
Thank you so much Jeff for sharing these words. They reach into the depths of my being. I would love a transcript!
Once, I had doubt about this path.
But your words enter my heart so freely, doubt becomes very silent.
Thank you for supporting me to be a warrior too.
Truth sings 🥰 well done Jeff - beautiful poem. Someone posted it on a Ram Dass Facebook group and it led me here 🙏
Thank YOU so much Jeff🙏 this is inspiring, deep and so loving😍 thank you for igniting the fire that burns it all down to what it really is....a guide to that power that reveals the connection that already is there and never has left and never will ❤🤗
You truly are a light Jeff, thank you for sharing.
Thanks, Jeff 🙏
Beautifully written! :)
You are a gift Jeff. Thank you for reading THIS poem so beautifully.
Please come to England soon...its so lovely when you post something too ❤🙏
Stunningly beautiful Jeff, touches the depth of my heart with infinite gratitude, tears running, smiling... my heart one with all other hearts 😍 Thank You so much for sharing your heart !!All Love 🙏❤️
So beautiful, thank you!
i really needed to hear this today. thank you so much, jeff. 🙏🏼💛
Wow, so beautiful and deeply touching.
You speak right out of my soul and my heart!
Thank you very much for sharing this, Jeff.
Thank you also for sharing your Love and your writings in your newsletters. They are so familiar and beautiful.
Loads of Love from Berlin your way, Kerry-Ann.
So nice! It shows that all people struggle the same way...... 💟
Thank YOU so much! 🙏 this very inspiring.
Beautiful!! Thank you Jeff!!❤❤😁
Thank you for the poetry!
lovely poem, this is the first time i heard it, thank you so much
Thank you for your poetry!
Amazing. Loved it! 😊
After listening to that, the anxiety I’ve been experiencing all day, just lifted away ❤️
So very true and beautiful, thank you so much!
You are my saviour, & I thank you 🙏❣️
Beautiful. Thank you.
Great job, Jeff! it is very real, penetrates all barriers with love
Thank you so much for these nice words
What a gift - wonderful. This will be played often. Thank you so much.
Thankyou for the beautiful poem. Blessings from Peru.
You just inspired me to write my own poem about nonduality... (in Dutch) Thanks a lot!
It's beautiful poem, I'm tearing up a bit. Thanks for sharing.
Thank YOU with all my heart... I am trying the same. The smile in your face shows me the way... With Love...
Great poem, Jeff!!
Beautiful
Thank you for Sharing
" This "
Congrats Jeff, thanks from Argentina
Thank you so much! ♥️
Wonderful!
Thank you 🙏🏼
Beautifull, thank you
This is sooo beautiful, thank you Jeff 💞
Sounds like Walt Whitman to me 😍
And to enable even more people to savour its beauty I translated it into german, please feel free to share:
WIE ICH EIN KRIEGER WURDE
Einst rannte ich vor der Angst davon
und so beherrschte mich die Angst.
Bis ich gelernt hatte, die Angst wie ein Neugeborenes zu halten.
Höre auf sie, aber gebe nicht auf.
Ehre sie, aber verehre sie nicht.
Angst konnte mich nicht mehr aufhalten.
Ich schritt mutig in den Sturm.
Ich habe immer noch Angst,
aber sie hat nicht mich.
Einst schämte ich mich für den, der ich war.
Ich habe Scham in mein Herz eingeladen.
Ich ließ sie brennen.
Sie sagte mir: "Ich versuche nur
deine Verwundbarkeit zu schützen".
Ich bedankte mich von Herzen bei der Scham,
und trat zurück ins Leben,
schamlos, mit der Scham als Liebhaber.
Einst fühlte ich große Traurigkeit,
tief im Inneren begraben.
Ich habe sie eingeladen, herauszukommen und zu spielen.
Ich habe Ozeane geweint. Meine Tränendrüsen liefen trocken.
Und ich fand genau dort die Freude.
Ganz im Herzen meiner Trauer.
Es war ein gebrochenes Herz, das mich gelehrt hat, wie man liebt.
Einst hatte ich Angst.
Einen Geist, der nicht aufhörte, sich zu drehen.
Gedanken, die nicht zum Schweigen kamen.
Also hörte ich auf, zu versuchen sie zum Schweigen zu bringen.
Und ich fiel aus dem Verstand,
und hinein in die Erde.
In den Schlamm.
Wo ich fest gehalten wurde
wie ein Baum, unerschütterlich, sicher.
Einst brannte Wut in den Tiefen.
Ich rief die Wut in mein eigenes Licht.
Ich fühlte ihre erschütternde Kraft.
Ich ließ mein Herz pochen und mein Blut kochen.
Hörte ihr endlich zu.
Und sie schrie: "Respektiere dich jetzt unerschütterlich!".
"Sprich deine Wahrheit mit Leidenschaft aus!"
"Sag nein, wenn du nein meinst!"
"Geh mutig deinen Weg!"
"Lass niemanden für dich sprechen!"
Wut wurde ein ehrlicher Freund.
Eine wahrhaftige Führung.
Ein wunderschönes wildes Kind.
Einst verletzte mich Einsamkeit zutiefst.
Ich versuchte mich abzulenken und zu betäuben.
Rannte Menschen, Orten und Dingen hinterher.
Tat sogar so, als wäre ich "glücklich".
Bald aber konnte ich nicht mehr rennen.
Und ich stürzte hinab in das Herz der Einsamkeit.
Und ich starb und wurde wiedergeboren
in ein köstliches Alleinsein und Stille.
Die mich mit allen Dingen verband.
Ich war also nicht einsam, sondern allein mit Allem Leben.
Mein Herz Eins mit allen anderen Herzen.
Einst lief ich vor schwierigen Gefühlen davon.
Jetzt sind sie meine Berater, Vertrauten, Freunde,
und sie haben alle ein Zuhause in mir,
und sie alle gehören in Würde zu mir.
Ich bin empfindsam, weich, zerbrechlich,
meine Arme um alle meine inneren Kinder geschlungen.
Und in meiner Empfindsamkeit, Kraft.
In meiner Zerbrechlichkeit, eine unerschütterliche Präsenz.
In den Tiefen meiner Wunden,
in dem, was ich „Dunkelheit“ nannte, fand ich ein loderndes Licht
das mich jetzt in Schlachten führt.
Ich bin ein Krieger geworden
als ich mich mir selbst zuwandte.
Und began zuzuhören.
- Jeff Foster
Beautiful ☺💜💙💖
I real love hearing from u.
🙏
Authentic!
Love it
Wow! 😊🙏
Nice poem.
beautiful : )
Thank you! :)
🙏❣
I love this poem. Is it from one of your books?
Hello Jeff , on a besoin d'une traduction française , très intéressant de pouvoir suivre vos enseignements, merci.
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Isn’t this a modern day, This Being Human by Rumi
Is there a website where I can buy this on canvas?
Now end the war.
Hello, how can I contact with you?
deep stuff.
Fear is the root of every inner struggle. How I can reach you by mail
Spanish, please???