Grace

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Sometimes we stumble and fall,
Mistakes
Can even become commonplace

So please remember to
Share space
Within
For yourself and everyone else

Trials and tribulations
We all face
Tests, yes
So may I simply suggest

Holding
That space within
Silent and calm even
With all that’s going on

Steadfast within the storm
Born of pure love, not forlorn
A perfect union of bliss
That’s never remiss

Or petty, rather

Standing tall
Until the very last call
Together intertwined
In a love story, and

Yes even a rhyme
Of pure sublime
Anticipation
Of the next measure

Played
With all the pleasure, and
Eagerness of a child
Awaiting their new found treasure

A true gift
Which can become common measure
Of a place within a space
We may call grace

#grace, #life, #love, #poem, #poems, #writing

365 Revolutions

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A candle do I see
Standing straight and tall
Just like a tree

A strong base that holds it tight
All throughout the night
Flame atop
Is such a beautiful delight

A number we are given
Each year we pass the test
Just like the rest within the nest

Of humanity, and yes

We are given other things,
Like names that we hold dear
All throughout our years

On this planet
Spinning around the sun, and
Every 365 revolutions we earn another one

In response to the WDYS #57 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

#365revolutions, #life, #poem, #wdys, #writing

The Reflection Series Part 3: What Does it Mean to Live A Life of Wonder?

A 3-Minute Reflection On Creating Wonder

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A week or two ago, I wrote a poem about wonder, and since then, I’ve been reflecting upon creating wonder. Yep. Wonder is all around us all the time, yet we don’t always see it. Hm. Why would that be, I wonder? Pun intended.

Alright, so let’s take a quick look at wonder, shall we? Good. Let’s go.

Though we can all probably agree on what wonder is, let’s define it real quick. Here we go.

wonder

Pronunciation /ˈwəndər/ 

Translate wonder into Spanish

NOUN

A feeling of surprise mingled with admiration, caused by something beautiful, unexpected, unfamiliar, or inexplicable.

Lexico

There we go. That’s pretty straightforward. Yes? Yep.

Now, if we take all that we know, and then think about all that is knowable, I mean, really knowable, which is quite vast, we should often get a sense of surprise and admiration. Yep. Why?

Because there is so much around us to learn about, from people, yes, of course, and from just wondering about that which we see. Really.

The sky at night with the prolific array of stars and galaxies.

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The sky during the day, with the majestical and seemingly dancing clouds overhead.

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A forest, with trees dripping with water and covered in moss, a floor alive with movement and life. Phew. So much around us.

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The issue? Well, quite simply, we have become habituated to doing, instead of being. A paradox? Yep, of course. Why?

Because the natural questions here is, what is the difference between doing and being? Yep. And?

Well, they look exactly the same. Yet, they are different. Hence the paradox.

When we are doing, and doing only, we are focused on the action at hand, and believe that we alone are responsible for that action and the related result.

When we are being, we are still doing, yet we are doing so, no pun intended that time, from a different state.

A state that impels us to an understanding that we are actors in a play, or drama, called life. And, that there is something going on here that is much larger than ourselves, which includes and connects each and everyone us us.

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Yep. That’s pretty much it.

In this state, there is still a focus on doing, yet the doing is part of that larger process. A process of life, yes, and of being. Beautiful.

As for creating wonder?

Well, it is really about being present to that larger process. Moving ourselves from the micro-level, if you will, to the macro-level.

Meaning, recognizing ourselves within the context of that larger process, and connection with everyone and everything.

When we are present to the larger process, called life, we become more aware of the beauty and wonder in all things and in each other.

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And, being present?

Well, that does take practice. As I’ve written about in many other posts, meditation has been transformational for me in many areas, presence being one of them.

However, you don’t necessarily need to take up a meditation practice to practice being present.

You can simply take a walk by yourself, and notice. Notice all that is around you. Watch as the leaves fall from the tree, as the clouds move across the sky, as people move from here to there, and notice the beauty and wonder in all of it.

It is quite majestical, and wonderous. Just like you are.

#beingpresent, #connection, #doingandbeing, #life, #lifeparadox, #oncreatingwonder, #processoflife, #reflectiononwonder, #wonderandlife

A Poem at The Precipice

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We stand before it,
Vastness unbound
In a realm where we
Sometimes
Feel bound to the ground

Darkness, looking out
Over the edge,
As the rubble underneath foot
Meets earth, and we realize
There is no dearth

We fledge
And make a pledge
As we move closer to the ledge
Heart beating faster,
As we face
What some may see as disaster

Yet, we know
It is in each step
Taken
Where we move closer
To that
Which is faster,

A quickening

For it is at that ledge
Of the unknown
Where the beauty of life
Is foretold

Faith and trust
In a process far
Larger
Than is known

#life, #poem, #poems, #precipice, #unkownandknown, #writing

A Poem of Peace

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Twas childhood days,
Once betrayed, and
As a part of our current dismay
Of times gone by

As we try to recreate, a time
And place of forgotten space, and
Distant landscape

A notion of a potion,
We’ve pulled forward
In an effort to alleviate our emotion
Of a common commotion

Of a mind restless and eager
To anticipate a thread, of the
Bed we’ve made bare
Though we do not dare

To tread alone into the emptiness
And stare
Out at the majesty which is there

We need not compare this day

With times gone by,
Instead
Practice the release
Of the surcease, during
This winters masterpiece
Of a life once known to be at peace

For peace is always there,
A comfort for your care, so, please
Always remember you
Are a child of the Lord’s Prayer
.

#life, #live, #peace, #poem, #poems, #writing

A Perspective Poem

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Time flies away
That which we try to see by day
Never stopping in times array
Of a distant, yet close ballet

Of moving parts and pieces
A dance, seemingly unordered
And static that ceases

A play in motion, which
Can cause quite the commotion
Of mind, until we find
That peace of Mind, which
Comes with devotion, and

Faith in that which is unseen
And seen, beauty
Is in the eye of the beholder, of

A knowing that shoulders

A fire that burns and smolders
Like a love that is bolder, and
Just as it soon as it seems colder
An awareness dawns, bright

With a voluminous light, which
Negates the night, and
Warms us within our heart’s delight

Be well, everyone.

#life, #poem, #poems, #writing

A Blogger’s Diary 11/1/20: On the Paradox of Poetry, Writing, and Life

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Well, we are two days away from the election, COVID-19 cases are up in Oregon, we are continuing to deliver classes and training remotely, and I’ve been writing more poetry lately. Hm. Interesting.

Right, so here’s what I was up to this week, in the event you missed it.

There we go. See. More poetry.

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Poetry

It is interesting to consider. I do like writing poetry, and am having a lot of fun doing so. Funnily enough, as I’ve written before, I haven’t read much poetry, though when I find poetry I like, I go back to it again and again.

And, I’ve been reading a lot more poetry lately from the blogs of some of the most outstanding poets and writers. Lovely.

I also love the challenge of writing poetry. It is an interesting paradox. In some ways it is easier than the other topics I choose to write about, and yet, in many ways much more difficult. Hm.

I enjoy sitting with a peice, pondering it, reflecting upon it, until the right words show up. Fun. I also like being out on a walk or hike, and find that inspiration stirring me to stop on the path, and make notes in my phone.

That is exactly how the road poem showed up today.

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Writing

I have some ideas for next week, yet, if you read my last installment, A Blogger’s Diary 10/24/20: On Writing, Reading, and 200+ Followers, you will note that my writing plan changed as this week progressed.

Is it like that for you? It is often that way for me.

Anyway, at this time, I have planned another installment on sensitivity, a piece on sociology, and, hm, ah yes, a post on wonder. That’s what I have for now anyway. The poetry, you ask? Good question.

You know that works a little differently than the other things I choose to write about. Well, sort of.

With poetry, I usually see something that inspires me, and then from that derive a concept and then write. So, in a way the process is similar to my other writing, and yet feels a little different.

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Life

Lastly, I wanted to acknowledge just how hard this year has been for everyone. Really. It has been.

Yet, I also want to acknowledge the resiliency of the human spirit. Very resilient. Much more resilient than people imagine. And, it is beautiful to be a part of and to witness.

I have found and read so many inspirational stories this year. Please know that you are all inspirational to me. All of you.

Though life has been extraordinarily hard this year, and, well, looks like it will continue to be, at least from a pandemic perspective, for some time; know that you are bringing people hope and joy each and every day by writing as you do. Just as you are and as you do. Wonderful.

I’ve laughed and teared more at my computer screen these past few months than at any other time in my life. And, I’m not young. Ha!

Right. Well, it is about time to wrap up this installment. Yet, before I do, let me leave you with two quotes I adore from two very inspirational people. Here you go.

“Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it.”
― Helen Keller

Driven

“I can be changed by what happens to me. But I refuse to be reduced by it.”
― Maya Angelou

Driven

Lovely.

Have a wonderful week everyone.

#poetry, #blogger, #bloggersdiary, #blogging, #covid-19, #diary, #elections, #helenkeller, #life, #quotes, #resilience, #writing

A Mirror Poem

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Eyes closed, heartbeats
Near the fire that surely treats
Whimsical notions, and
Fancifully potions of accord, in

A life full of discord, and afforded
Bounty everywhere

As you stare in wonder
And rapt attention
To ponder such reflection

In the mirror of protection
With which each generation
Does pass down

As they stare into a magical station
With a passion to free nations of
Years of strife and uncommon blight

Yet, remember friends that inside
The strife and blight
There is also light, which
Doeth provide equanimity to all humanity

And, though thinketh you are alone
That mirrors the reflection of such possessions
Surrounds another generation, of those
That live and love

Walking hand in hand toward
The blight and strife
Wavering not at all, for they
Are filled with light

And know they are right, and
Will be alright

Justice, they demand
And heel should they
For in healing, not dismay
Is where the light shineth greates
t

And shall protect us one and all
From the mirrored separation that seems so real
Yet is only another movie reel

Of a life that was lived and beloved for real.

Have a splendid weekend, everyone.

#illusion, #life, #lightandlove, #mirrorpoem, #poem, #poems, #separation, #writing

A Wisdom Poem

Wisdom

What do you see
When you look in my eyes

Of times gone by
Or times yet to be

Questions you have
About that which was grand

And though they are
Present
Please don’t forget

A full life-lived
Knows

That with what was
grand and noble
Comes also, the
Drab and ignoble

Love knows, and
Embraces both

For love we are
Forevermore,
Trying for something more
Is nevermore

For Sadje’s prompt WDYS #52.

Be well everyone.

#life, #live, #love, #poem, #poems, #wdys, #wisdom, #writing

A Love Poem

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Trees laid bare
Scorched on high
Winter’s calm
Is in your palm

Wait and see
To be not free

Cast about
In times of doubt

That one can be
Like a tree
Forevermore
And never more

Be one in line
In times of strife

Let loves guide be
Prickled and free

When last we met
Twas a silhouette

Of times gone by
Please do try

To understand my heart
Cloved depart
Of love light lasting
With leaves contrasting

Views of such delight
Fancy of life

Be more my love
And know thy glove
Of two and one
Will stand in union

Have a wonderful Sunday.

#life, #love, #poem, #poems