Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
Barriers – revisited
During my adventures in Guatemala, I am taking a break from posting daily. To fill the void, I have rummaged through the “Relative Something” archives for a few previously published ‘Words on Images’ posts for you to ponder anew.
Today, “Barriers,” first published in February of 2012.
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Anticipate – revisited
During my adventures in Guatemala, I am taking a break from posting daily. To fill the void, I have rummaged through the “Relative Something” archives for a few previously published ‘Words on Images’ posts for you to ponder anew.
Today, “Anticipate,” first published in July of 2014.
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I’m Curious
If you read yesterday’s Words on Images post about the simple choice that we make every day, how do you interpret the suggestion about accepting the obvious as the only plausible explanation?
After I wrote those words, with one thought in my mind, I got the impression that it likely implied the opposite of what I was thinking. I considered changing it, but then decided to let it go out into the world, as is, for readers to take from it what they will. We each come to our individual conclusions from a place of preconceived notions and personal perspectives that color our perceptions.
I expect some will align with the version in my head, and some will perceive the opposite.
Let me just say that I believe that there are unknowable possibilities, likely beyond imagining, available as explanation for what we sense and experience in our world, which others choose to miss by constraining their options exclusively to the one they construe as obvious.
I may be wrong.
And that’s the key.
Imagine the possibilities of embracing uncertainty.
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Challenge
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how do you know
what it is
about the challenge
you face
or where it is located
on the circular path
of the hero’s journey
you are obviously on
a vision quest
always harder
than the one before
probably because
it is the very same one
you’ve already been through
over and over again
never recognizing
the plan
set in motion
from before you were born
was created by you
your benevolent guide
to help you to find
precisely what it is
you want yourself
to know
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Repost: Weeks
I did an impromptu search of the archives and found something from the first month I started this daily regimen of posting to Relative Something (about 6 years ago) which reflects my recent thinking about days flying by leading to months flying by. Here it is again, in case anyone else is freaked out that we are in the 3rd month of the year already:
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Words on Images
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Sleep
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early morning light
rattles gently against the window
asking to get inside
despite not needing permission
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darkness glides blithely away
until later that very same day
entirely unconcerned
there’s no alternative decision
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each fulfill their role on demand
for infinite weeks without end
and sleep just ignores the both of them
rolling right over because it can
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