Summer Sky

 

It never lasts long.

But the summer sky always gives over all of itself for the duration. Through the years, as we come more and more to appreciate both the intensity and the briefness forever clutching at our own lives, we late understand that neither alone could ever move us.

Or serve us.

We are as satiated a creature as we are hungry, as bold as we are afraid. Constantly on the lookout for that one clever angle that will finally unleash enlightenment, we trivialize any who boast that they have already found it. Even if only ourselves.

Perhaps especially ourselves.

Once the fall arrives and the days begin their final countdown, some will still seek refuge there. But leaving them to yet wonder what’s become of the summer sky.

Peace

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Voices

 

They rise up everywhere, now.

The voices.

Some political. Some familial. Some still preaching a futile resistance to impending doom.

I guess we can yet be forgiven our jealousies. Our crankiness. Even our fears of nothingness. But insane anger is just some poor substitute for a predetermined sense of abandonment. And your constant five alarm panic now works better on me than any pair of noise canceling headphones could ever hope to match.

Even when I hear your voice, I can’t make out your words. I never really could.

I’ve been too busy manufacturing my own.

Peace

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Separate Yourself

 

Separate yourself. Set yourself apart.

For too long, you’ve fooled yourself into believing that you are just like everyone else. But the whispers came early again this morning, confiding in you.

Sure, there’ll be enormous risks in forging your own way. Enemies can be found at nearly every stop, with fewer warnings. So you’ll just have to keep moving. No turning back.

There really is nothing left for you here anyway, and no place to hide.

Besides, you have no desire to be around those intent upon ambushing you, only to hurt you. Only to try and break you.

Only to love you.

No, you really aren’t like them at all. Except that they long ago first separated themselves from you, because they are so much like you.

You’ve just been too complacent to notice.

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River Flow

 

A river’s instinctual compulsion is to seek relief through movement, a framework that often culminates in some final and perhaps noble act of understated self-emptying.

In ways that only superficially matter, our lives seemingly have much in common with this quest for constant diversion. Sometimes, momentary relief can be found through harmless psychological or physical distractions. But too many of us become easily fixated upon the ugliest forms of human behavior – whether our own or those of others. And our simmering contempt quickly turns abusive if not outright self-destructive.

We may indeed find movement. But unlike that inexorable river flow, ours is almost always towards the things that are smaller, subordinate, more divisive.

In the end, we mostly turn inward. Back towards the governing self.

But it needn’t always end that way.

Peace

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Incarnate Yourself

 

Uncover the buried to incarnate yourself.

They are as much a part of you as is your unique DNA. The ones before brought you here, taught you here, set you down here, just so that you could walk away from them. But mostly, you stayed.

Connection. Communion. Convergence.

Once erased lives have become reanimated through moments found deep within your own, just as your life is forever retreating right back into theirs. Still, you understand that for every yesterday wished for, there remains one less tomorrow to seize.

And so now, even the buried are awaiting your next move.

Peace

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Surrender

 

You are never obligated to surrender into your anger, your sadness, or even some antiquated presumption of unworthiness.

But recognize these self-concerned disruptions for what they really are. A mangled and broken space through which you sometimes must unwillingly crawl, a narrow opening that can allow you to envision some better self, and the ultimate proving ground of humanity’s common blood flowing through you, that vulnerable life force connecting us one to the other.

Feelings pass. Emotions sometimes fail us. Intensity peters out.

But you remain.

Even when you feel most compelled to surrender.

Peace

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Cycle Back

 

Early morning hours can teach us much about sacredness.

Daylight hours may just lead us back to the ordinary.

Afternoon hours are sometimes most profane.

Evening hours are often still redeemable.

Nocturnal hours can be sanctified.

Another day awaits.

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Destination And Choice

 

Destination is not only a matter of time but of choice.

A direction chosen sets in motion forces both hidden and revealed. By tapping into them, we can often learn how to separate ourselves from the momentary crisis – even if only long enough to regain a foothold.

Neither exigencies nor ordinariness need circumscribe our continual adaptations. We remain free to engage with every moment on our own terms, guided by our own witness.

Whether we will ever dare acknowledge it, every movement forward or back is a lesson taught to generations yet to come. And so we serve as either a signal of danger, or as a guide helping others to clear the brush.

Destination is not only a matter of time but of choice.

Peace

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Settle In

 

Settle in, don’t settle down.

Make yourself at home but know that no single home will ever make you. You are the sum of too many convoluted, contradictory parts. The end result of forgotten verses, turned pages, and ripped out chapters more numerous than you can ever imagine.

Settle in, don’t settle down.

Today might seem to be some random collection of moments. But tomorrow is still an eternity away. And should your tears now fall victim to boredom, at least boredom can distract you from the pain.

Settle in, don’t settle down.

Keep pushing back. Stand your ground. And listen as the shadows make their way overhead, for they no longer can touch you. They never really could.

Settle in, don’t settle down.

Peace

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Contra-Indications

 

Signs are everywhere.

What once began with youthful rage now ends slowly in quiet desperation. Bodily transgressions no longer escape unintended consequences or brutal condemnations. And the nights never fail to unleash some newly enlisted terror.

But while every step accepts its slower pace – counting each as yet another victory – the heart still refuses to adapt, even to the point of loneliness and despair. I have no doubt that it will withstand the coming onslaught.

For I am as much twenty-five as I am eighty-five, and neither here nor there.

Peace

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