Sunday, December 23, 2012

Pacific eyes

Dip your toes
Test the temperature
Dive right in, go for a swim

The water is still
But the waves, choppy
Constant change, never the same

A container
And space
Vacant, and occupied

A soul's windows
Pull you deeper
Beneath the surface, she lies

What journey calls?
To the Pacific
Into your eyes

Monday, December 10, 2012

Bright, Shiny, Sparkling Newness

You know that feeling? Yeah, you know it. Those New things that make your heart beat faster and your nerves energize. Your mind fogs and your eyes fail to focus on anything else. Your gut is a little woosy, in a good way. You're so excited about each little moment, and you cling to words, touches, gestures like they were precious gifts. So much to take in! So many details to remember!

They say the best things in life are free... Well, the best things in my life are New. New moments like this. New times like these. New people like you. Newness.

Bright, Shiny, Sparkling Newness!

Not to discount Oldy, But Goody. OBG is just as important; safe, reliable, comfortable, There. But the thrill of Newness often outweighs the stability of OBG.

Newness is interesting, intriguing, inviting. But Newness is blindingly bright and can blindside. And begs for attention.

Do not let the sparkle fool you, there is so much relying on that gleam. So much banking on the glitz. Know that behind every Newness there is OBG waiting.

Newness appears when you least expect it. Out of the blue, poof, its New. Newness is a gift from the Universe because you needed it.

See what Newness can hold for you, what lies within it. Explore the Newness for what it is and isn't. Love the Newness. It loves you!

Thursday, December 06, 2012

Move On

Move On blinked the snail to the badger.

Be on your Way called the rabbit to the hawk.

Carry on... the wind told the ocean.

Push forth! shouted the Captain to her ship.

Please Continue, the tree asked of its roots.

Relax. You're doing the best You. My father once said to me.

Move On, wayward traveller. Move On, broken heart. Move On, dear friend and lover.

I release you. I forgive you. You are free.

Monday, November 26, 2012

There's some big, grey mass over there...

I feel as though I've been blindly gripping the ear of an elephant in the room. Muttering softly to it and myself stories of moments passed and fading memories.

All the while gazing into your eyes...Your sweet, loving eyes.

Wait, I see my reflection there... and... it frightens me!...

Who have I become in your eyes?

So, do I
Change who I see reflected?
Change my Perspective?

Change is inevitable. All things change! Even the elephant. Some days he hears me, some he just listens.

Why resist what we cannot prevent, delay, or ignore? Why, even the butterfly surely must think she's dying before her great transformation.

I look again. I am both persons. The reflection and the witness.

I see again. I love and accept myself exactly as I am right now.