
sitting atop,
ponder the new,
while existence
comes into view
In response to the WDYS #82 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

sitting atop,
ponder the new,
while existence
comes into view
In response to the WDYS #82 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

Love breathes life
into my being, as I stare
out the window of time,
and gaze back
at all of my past crimes.
They are detailed before
me front and center,
outlined
by the pane of censure.
Cracks in the glass of being,
splinter without a care,
radiating out like a spider’s
web of intoxicating pleasure.
And, just now?
I’m pulled back
from my reverie, and
breathe in deep, knowing
that the past, like the future,
only live in the mind’s shallow glass.
While, conversely,
full is the being
without mind,
always present,
and beyond time.

Water, transfixed in
mind, ruminations abound
as life mirrors back.

Sometimes
my emotions feel like a
spool of thread
wound tight, yet not too so,
more just right.
How, you ask, could I know?
Years spent
living in a body
with emotions bound
so tight,
I lived on the verge
of extinction
from the very bliss of
every little feeling distinction.
And now?
Just right,
is about the state
of things today. And,
I’m always curious
about what the next chapter
will lay
at my feet.
As I continue
to learn
more about my (our)
very existence
on a planet
so full of wonder
I often forget
what I’m dealing
with.

memories forged of
another place and time, we
sit and ponder this

The tree stands,
some in light
and some in shadow
A whimsical
feeling soes foretell
of another
delightful place and time,
Where healing happens
in an instant
and all those issues
are gone before you’ve
glimpsed it.
It’s there
on the stairs,
again, calling
to all that care.
Beauty
in all that’s seen
just like in a dream,
magical, mysterious,
and certainly glowing
with such effervescence
you wonder
if it’s really full
of that much pleasure.
You reconcile
the feeling
with a need for healing,
and realize,
the light’s always been
there. Guiding
and providing
you with direction
and much protection.

twists and turns galore,
heart ready to explore, with
silence at your door

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
Oxford Learner’s Dictionaries
There we go.
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.
I have a different way to think about purpose; and it consists of three basic concepts.

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.
That is powerful, empowering, and purposeful.

Trauma and pain
go together,
and as I sit here
and type this poem,
I’m reflecting upon
this person’s pain, and
all of the memories
that are the impetus for such
agony and drain.
The memories
are like splinters
in my heart,
and run deep, just like
a fracture in the earth,
which, in times of
great consternation
split wide open,
spilling forth
the earth’s contents
from it’s very core.
And,
just like our beautiful
Mother’s fractures,
these splinters of the heart,
widen with time,
until momentum enough
is created,
and everything comes
spilling forth.
Yet,
this truth does not
live in isolation
from the sealing
and healing
of those splinters of heart,
and fractures of earth,
which gather together
over time.
Acknowledging
their existence,
and filling them,
one and all,
with love and compassion
is a remedy
that I truly adore.

Overlapping emotions
can be hard to juggle,
especially in times of struggle.
We may run, and
hide, yet still never forget
you may always abide.
In a presence within you,
which was created prior to
your becoming,
and all the little things of knowing.
There’s so much more to discover,
so let the music play, and
carry you away.
Dance and sing,
even when it stings.
For in those moments of
consternation,
you are always burning bright,
with creation
and determination.
Just as you are now,
don’t fret, rather,
be that which you see
on those long cold nights,
when you feel frightened to
the bone. Chilled by indecision,
and all those misgivings
of your past collisions.
They are a part
of this worldly subsistence,
and, in fact, can teach us quite a lot
about our own resilience,
and mutually coexistence.
Remember also, my dear,
that we all have these moments
of indecision,
so be present to all that you are,
and never fear,
because you are a part
of a much grander
vision.