Momentary Lapses

 

A momentary lapse is enough, sometimes, to question everything.

Even as we stake out our territory, even when it feels as if there can be no turning back, the false ground upon which we worship suddenly gives way. We find ourselves slipping beneath the very debris we once thought would save us. Failure seems not only an option, but a final destination.

Routine becomes chaos, chaos becomes routine. And death portrays itself a friend.

But it is in those momentary lapses that we can take back the rhythm of our youth and sieze the promises left behind.

And start again.

A momentary lapse is enough, sometimes, to finally understand.

Peace

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Morning’s Music

 

If you listen closely, you will begin to notice that each morning approaches us from a certain direction, with a certain rhythm. A tempo that may feel, at once, both unexpectedly unique and contentedly familiar.

We are often inclined to respond in kind, becoming quickly attuned to the vibrations and impulses that now begin to engage us. But we are never held captive, we are never without understanding.

We remain free to persuade the notes to follow us, not just shut the music down. We remain free to discover the bounding steps that today can sway the very ground beneath us.

As we listen for the morning with an open heart and eyes wide open, we can finally begin to recognize and appreciate the subtle burdens and intentions that too often weigh us down.

Morning’s music awakens us to all that’s possible, all that’s within our grasp.

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Deeply Divided

 

Fundamentally sound, devastatingly unhinged

The space we inhabit feels ever more divided, as if we are engaged in a war between irreconcilable extremes, on the cusp of wholesale destruction.

Fundamentally sound, devastatingly unhinged

Morning reminds us that new beginnings are possible no matter where we might have landed or how we’ve taken root.

But the night always subjects us to its own consequences, reminding us of a mourning yet neither perfect nor wholly acquitted.

Fundamentally sound, devastatingly unhinged

Even love sometimes feels the same.

Peace

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Friends

 

Our friendship sits at the border where your soul touches mine

Outstretched hands reaching down, pulling up, moving forward

Together, as we take turns being the strong one, being the first

To forgive, being the last to let go. We become more self-aware

When we can finally let go of the expectations and demands we

Long ago placed in our own way and surrender into the rhythms

And the anticipations that only pure friendship can at last reveal

 

Peace

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Drama

 

We often find ourselves trapped inside some drama, whether at work, on social media, at home – or the one playing just inside our own head.

Like a substituted bit player dropped late into a scene but given no context, we may start by looking to those around us for clues and reactions. But lines are soon drawn, territory claimed, feelings dismissed or exaggerated. Difficult if not embarrassing choices must be made. Do we engage or slink away, hoping not to be noticed?

But drama is unavoidable.

It is part of our inner being, part of what beckons us forward, and part of what reassures us that we are still human enough to care.

Drama can help us better see those things – the anxiety, the anger, the ego – that still need to be confronted from deep within. How we outwardly respond to the drama around us can often clue us in on who we really are, in this moment.

While we don’t need to seek it out for its own sake, our response to the drama in our lives can be just one more tool in our mortal arsenal that ultimately helps us to reframe our present and reset our future.

May today’s drama prove to be so.

Peace

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Step Forward

 

you can still say yes to the things that you once surrendered

the ones that shaped your childhood, the ones you held out

as touchstones when you first measured a life just beginning

but even in your yes, recognize that you cannot recover your

incorruptibility and virtue for those were grounded in naïveté

and openness necessarily bartered away in your neglect and

shame. But you can still step forward, you can still say yes to

the things that you once surrendered as they have never left

 

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Vortex

 

(vortex)

the recklessness and the dreams that inhabit you, inhibit you

the grounds that bow beneath your feet can drag you down

no single movement of your life can ever save you and

no single moment may ever seem corrupt, but we

are, each of us, finally taken down by forces

uncontrollable yet familiar, by darkness

both sanctified and sane, each step

leading us back to a place of

our beginning and yes

to the hour of our

retreat

 

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Love Is

 

Fairy tales can point the way, but they’re not the destination.

Ageless symbols scrunched between ancient lines reveal no secrets, soften no fate. Fantasy and magic remain the stuff of dreams. Still, they are conjured up alone and remain bounded by time.

The heart suffers through the silence, yet is ever faithful.

For connection and beauty and eternity are found right here, at this place, and in this very time.

My heart grasps not at some illusion, but you in all your artistry. Not at some deception, but you in all your truth. Pure and undiluted.

My hand seeks yours and my heart is full.

Peace

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The Gift Is In The Seeing

 

Before I offer you my love, I must offer up my judgment. Before

I abandon expectations, I must first safeguard my heart.

Love can’t be commanded, but neither is it sorcery.

As does beauty, it appears for a time, in a place,

and for a hallowed purpose. But the gift is in

the seeing and indulging its constraints.

Peace

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