Poetry and Prose by #1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow, Co-Author of #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women, and Jan/Feb 2022 Spillwords Press Author of the Month
time slows down, just like a train entering the service station, as light refracts off a mix of glass diamonds…
cut differently all, as colors bleed through them, and out the other side, pouring love into the universe, by design…
we watch
with rapt awe and attention, as love is transmitted via the chrysalis, through the atmospheric tension, and into the hearts of every part of living creation…
I’ve been reflecting a lot upon the concept purpose the past few weeks, and, whereas I’ve not come up with any real new conclusions about purpose, I do have a few reflections to share with you. Ready? Okay, here we go.
Let’s first define the concept.
purpose noun
the intention, aim or function of something; the thing that something is supposed to achieve
While I understand this definition, it leaves me feeling a little wanting. Meaning, while I understand the definition perfectly well, I think it can set us up for heartbreak if we’re not careful.
For instance, what happens if the “something that is supposed to [be] achieved,” is not achieved. Then what? Hm.
When we are fully present, each moment lives and breathes with a purpose all it’s own. Thinking about purpose this way is not about “achievement.” It’s not about striving or seeking anything. It’s about being present to what is, accepting it with an open heart and mind, and then taking the actions necessary to create anew in each moment.
Thinking about purpose this way, eliminates the need for something specific to happen. Instead, each moment something unexpected can occur, and we can accept it, and create our life anew from that space.
This poem is a collaboration with DiosRaw, which is a wonderfully insightful website, and inspirational blog. I had a great time writing this poem with Amber. We hope you enjoy it!
Disguised within the might of words lies silence that speaks inwardly, with a spark reserved for the rendering of our collective hearts.
Beneath the surface, the words we ink, spill our surrender into authentic seeing between the spaces in momentum being, created inside that expanse at your center.
Be clear, my dear, the way of opening is already here, just take a look at those concepts you hold close, transcending into non-dual consciousness, meaningful and meaningless abstractions superimpose.
One on top of the other, in a dance of mutuality and complete singularity, so breathe in deep, be silent, and let those words go.
Do not mock a pain you have not endured, you walk in shoes of yours to express into words the meaning of experience you chose, once adopted these concepts we call words, live a life of their own, dancing from within to the page in a steady stream of consciousness via the law of attraction, instead of simple reaction.
Reflected in the multifaceted mirror, scattered fractals of the all, squeezing the essence of awareness into our scripts, fear not your own beauty in your creations, for the dancer creates the dance to be danced.
It’s in our hands, Yours and mine, A sublime undertaking With so much potential for the making
In each moment exists That true and powerful bliss Let us not be remiss About that which coexists
Like a tangle of weaves Threadbare, and A shouldered burden everywhere
A light that shines north In its possibilities do come forth
A beautiful spectacle With need of many respectful glances, and Second chances made fair, with
All that is there for the taking, Or rather, for the making
Creativity is our highest calling People say, and yet we spend more time Forestalling that which we know is our true nature Which is also quite grand and sprawling
Believing instead in Disconnection and separateness as truthful When they are in fact quite deceitful
Listen my friends To that which you know, and Be bold, for it is not to dear to hold Close to heart and use to make that grand start
For creation is there in every moment Breathless and sweet as the afternoon breeze A prize for our enjoyment
Use with care, and Never be wary, nor tarry too long Rather be daring, adventurous, and strong
Phew, what a week. All across the country we are still seeing rises in the COVID-19 virus. As I’ve mentioned, most of my extended family lives in Los Angeles, and the virus incident rate is particularly high there right now.
It’s a lot for everyone to bear right now.A lot. Know that even when you feel like you are the only one feeling anxious, sad, confused, angry, frustrated, or any other emotion that arises; you are not alone.
Repeated. You are not alone.
We all feel. We all feel the same emotions. They come and go, here one moment, then gone the next. Normal human experience.
This week I was feeling particularly blocked. No real writing ideas were forthcoming. Frustrating. And, as I’ve written about in other posts, this happens to us all. You can insert whatever medium you like here, arts, science, it doesn’t matter. We all get blocked. Stuck.
Mm. Took me about two days to figure it out, which means that I continued to do my day like always, feeling overwhelmed. For me, the first indicator something is going on. Then it occurred to me. You’ve not cried at all this week.
You may be saying, jeez, it’s only Wednesday. Yet, as was aforementioned, we all have a lot to hold, handle, and deal with right now. Letting out those tears then is not only needed, it is necessary. For everyone, and especially those that live their life from a creative standpoint.
Creativity becomes blocked when we hold onto our emotions. Yep. What did I do? I cried. And, guess what? Almost immediately I had several new insights, which I am currently writing about, including this blog.
It is so interesting to write about the importance of doing our inner work, being with our emotions, probing into them, really feeling them, letting them go, and still continue to get stuck holding onto mine. A Paradox? Yes.
It is the reality of the situation. Humanness.
Happens to us all. It is part of being human. It is the pain, and WONDER about being human. It is also the continuous learning about being human.
Learning from ourselves and each other. Beautiful.
On this Wednesday, then, I send you peace and love; and, knowing that your emotions, which may be erratic and more complex than normal due to our current reality, are not abnormal. You are just like me. And, I am just like you.
When you need to cry do so, and see what comes on the other side of those tears that are ready to pour forth.
Possibility: Noun – a thing that may happen or be the case.
I’ve been thinking more about possibility this week. What’s possible in our new landscape? Are the same things possible today, as were possible 6 months ago? Not sure? Me either, so let’s take a look.
The Art of Possibility is about creating a context. A context specific to new ways to think about old and or new problems or issues. It is about letting go of preconceived notions of what is possible in a given situation.
The psychology of possibility is rather simple. Let go of the past, be in the present, and create the future from where you stand today, seeing reality as it is. Not how we think it is, rather how it really is.
Seeing reality as it really is means being aware of our thinking patterns, and knowing when we are limiting ourselves by presuming or assuming we know all there is to know about a problem, issue, or situation we are faced with. Facutlay, humans know very little – if you don’t believe this blogger, read a little Socrates.
The sociology of possibility involves creating traction with those around us in the art of possibility. As I’ve written elsewhere, humans are social animals, and rely upon connections with other humans. It is only natural then that groups will function in accordance with the language they use to describe their shared reality. If that language is about limitation then limitation is what they will see and create. If, however, that language is about possibility, then possibility is what they will see and create.
The possibility of possibility is about remaining open to new ideas, new understanding, and letting go of the notion that we know. Seems simple, yet can be difficult, as human beings are in some ways programmed to think they know more than they do, which is where vulnerability comes in. Being open means being vulnerable.
Be vulnerable today in some way. Create and share a possibility with someone in your context, and, or create and share a possibility here. Either way, create and share. What else is there, really?