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June Four
On the occasion of Cyndie’s birthday today, she offered to do a guest post for me, while I finished a project that predictably, once again, took me past my bedtime last night. Here is a creation from the love of my life! It feels like it’s a present to me! (After she sent it, she told me she should have written, “weed whacker” instead of “hedge trimmer” …I brought home a battery operated trimmer that has nylon line as the cutter, for her to play with [and use to clean up any spots that may have been missed when mowing by the meandering wanderer method she tends to employ.])
Lyrical Reality
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sleep begs my eyelids to give up
tugging them down against their wishes
with miles to go
before I am home
pieces of asphalt lie scattered
in the grass that grows up around them
waiting patiently
for someplace to go
trees lean in every direction
victims of unforgiving forces unleashed
with vengeance
despite their innocence
the cats refuse to call a truce
behaving erratically and always on alert
to an impending threat
they themselves created
and the clock rolls on
ticking and clicking
advancing
as if being forced
to march on
no matter how ready
we don’t think
we really are
sunshine peeks up over the horizon
and everything takes notice and responds
absorbing and growing
greater than before
pounding like a heart always beating
inspiration thumps on my sleepy head
like a freight train
with someplace to be
things to do overflow my thoughts
like the snowmelt water that still remains
wreaking havoc
on any sense of order
brush piles patiently await their fate
as if being prominent carried specific intent
an always easy option
to fulfill a burning desire
and the clock rolls on
ticking and clicking
advancing
as if being forced
to march on
no matter how ready
we don’t think
we’ll ever be
.
.
Calm
.
.
it’s late
the light has faded
calm ensues
transcendent
the night air
filled with chanting
of innumerable frogs
resplendent
their calls
echoing
from somewhere
deep
within the ancient
of our lives
.
.
Familiar Mystery
.
senseless
making no sense
unthinkable things
manifest
mangling order
illogical actions
forcing extraordinary reactions
pulling the rug
that was our foundation
of reality and reason
used to compare
with everything
sunshine warmth
breezy tree leaves
moonlight
stars
clouds
earth
waves
.
There are different ways to react to things that disturb a healthy normal. Sometimes all that is left is a new normal. Even when I don’t know how to react, my mind and body are reacting. I am tired, and I don’t want to expend the energy to effect any outcome. I ride the wave for a while.
The world is large, and the world is small. A breath is nothing, a breath is everything.
Being able to reconcile that, makes room for mystery. Hold mystery in the palm of your hands and find a way to accept it for what it is. Is it mysterious? Or, is it familiar?
Some days we are able to wake up and laugh at our burdens, the ones that we carry through our lives. Broken hearts will heal, if we let them. It isn’t always a function of doing something to bring about healing. It can simply be a matter of getting ourselves to allow the healing to happen.
We are all connected, to each other, and to everything, …our healing, and others who are not. There is always a constant force influencing the web of life, with pushes and pulls. So, the healing of one person has impact on all others, just as the wounding of one, pains us all.
I cannot make sense of the senseless. It is a mystery that is familiar to me. The wounds of the people of the world are the source of a pain that I feel. I will ride my wave, conscious to breathe, and allow space for healing to happen.
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light
dances
on everything
subtle influence
of changing color
like laughter
a song
vibrations
incantations
gripping
intangible strength
a healing balm
soothing
a place
of need
.
Relative Something 