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.
As we leave this week behind, and prepare for the week ahead, I wanted to take a moment to thank each of you for the wonderful posts, comments, conversations, and interactions these past 6-months.
I’ve found a wonderful community, filled with light and love, and I appreciate each of you.
I’ve been more drawn to poems this past week, so it is only fitting to complete this week with one more. Here then, is
In times of chaos and
Fickle fancy roars
Stand inside and
Protect the light
Given us to protect
So please take time to reflect
Upon That which is known
Within the unknown
Seemingly two, yet
Is really One
Of many mysteries
Founded upon a legacy
Granted to each of us
Not taken for
Bear in mind and
Mind
That which is seen
For the light is bright
Which comes at night
Though day breaks
In splendid
Created wonder
Of all that is known
And unknown
Both
Come to the light
At the end of their night
Have a wonderful week.
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.
Alright, so I’ve also been reflecting upon the miraculous and mundane this week. Yep. True. Why?
Well, there was a time when the mundane was all I really saw. Pretty cynical. Yep. Also truth.
And, it is important for me to keep this truth in my awareness.
You can at one moment see the mundane in the miraculous, just as you can see the miraculous in the mundane. Yep. It is really all about what we choose to see.
Meaning that it is all about how we know ourselves; know and feel our truth. Really.
When we know and love ourselves, we see the miraculous everywhere, and love in everything and everyone. It works that way. Fun and beautiful.
Alright, a poem, here we go.
Blade of grass, mundane
in one moment
And miraculous in another
Just as a crack
in the pavement, miraculous
in one moment
And mundane in another
The viewer views, the
Creator creates, the
Miraculous or the mundane
We view and see, yet
what we see
is not always
all there is to be seen
Look closely within
And ask the questions needed, to
Set yourself free, upon,
and within this life
You can view the
miraculous everywhere,
And in everything
Remember
The miraculous is always there
awaiting your return, and
inner-knowing
Though you may think it gone
mundaneness everywhere
look again with new eyes, and
you shall see
that which was always there
and will always be
That was fun.
As you enjoy your weekend, be on the lookout for the miraculous. Take a look around and notice. Notice all of the miraculous within you, and around you. You are all, after all, miraculous human beings. Just as you are.
Have a wonderful weekend.
I continue to reflect upon time. It has been, is, very present for me. We create so much of our lives around time. Yet, paradoxically, time is, as I wrote about in The Social Construction Series Part 5: The Social Construction of Time, a social construction. Hm.
Time is not
What you think it is
Fleeting and everlasting
A paradox
Like all life
Happiness and sadness
Are just the same
We think we know them
Yet yearn for more
More time, more happiness
And then less
Less time, less sadness
And where do we look?
We look outside, into the world
For the answers, and
Come up shy
It is not found there
Someone said
Though we know this truth
We run away from the answer
Hidden inside
It must be out there
I can touch it, smell it, taste it, feel it
We believe in it and
run after it
Yet all the time it was
right there
waiting patiently for our return
Have a lovely evening, and be well.
Within
we go and there is light
yet without we face
in troubled delight
that light
waxes and wanes
as we begin to believe
without
is what is right
though there is a knowing
deep inside
that the light within
is even more right
no waxing, no waning
constant
and ever-friendly
so
before you go
to sleep this night
remember
that the light within
is ever bright
and
is a part of your birthright.
Be well, have a wonderful weekend.
It’s almost the rainy season in the Pac Northwest, so getting out in the sunshine today was a must. Was gorgeous out today, as you will see in the pics below.
While I was hiking this poem occured to me. 🙂
Nature’s bounty
Human failings
Separate though
They seem
Inextricably connected
They are one
A mirror
Of both bounty
And failing
One in breath
One in mind
Two inseparable
Joined in
A hindered hearted delight
Be well this weekend.
When dreams are more real
Than reality
And reality is more like a dream
Take care, and
Don’t despair
Forever long you may
Grieve
It’s not about time
For time
Is the illusion of all time
Rest in knowing
What’s there
And fair
Consider that dreams
Are as real
As reality feels
Both an illu-story
We think
Instead of act
Yet experience
Is where it’s at
and, there’s nothing more
Real than that
Out of our heads
Like a matrix
For the dead
Alive you can be
And true to become
By living instead
Think not of the hardships
For yours are
The same for all
As we each set sail
Have you ever written a piece of poetry? Though I’ve only written a few, there is something wonderfully vulnerable about the process of creating a poem. It’s different from traditional forms of writing. Very. There is a nakedness in the crafting of a poem. As if the soul is being bared and shared with those on the other end. Vulnerable.
Let’s share in this vulnerable moment together. Here is a poem I created this afternoon, after a few days at the coast. It occurred to me on my afternoon walk. Actually I wrote it on that walk, and it is now that I share it with you.
Our darkest hour is nearly here
Hold onto what you hold dear, as
There will be a prescient light,
Which you can call upon tonight
Though pain is life,
And life is pain,
Know
There is no other way
Through strife and hardship
We must fight
to know the life
that’s been brought to light
A journey,
Our right, so
Don’t fear, and
Take flight
In those times
Of Darkened night,
When the soul is stretched beyond,
And there’s fright
Take solace
Dear friends
And don’t
Give up the light
Be true to you,
Also take care, and
Please don’t despair
Though alone you feel,
Alone you are not
As we all share the same
Birthright
For in our shared humanity
Is where
Your connection will flourish
And last
Through the connections we share
The brighter the light becomes
As we can all understand
Both passion and strife
They are equals you see
Both necessary for life
Take care of yourself
And love long this life
By sharing yourself among those
With more plights
Remember always their plights
Are sources for all
And share with them the resourcefulness
You know
Develop. Inspire. Transform. 