Time to free my mind,
Drift languidly across the
Arc of dreams.
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Perfectionism: Brutality?
Perfection: my ghost.
Hard: compassion for myself.
Hope: loving thyself.
Enough?
Never enough time.
Drifting between the fingers.
Dreams become starlight.
Song for the Worn
Weariness, driving my soul,
Compressing dreams into
The edge of oblivion.
Trust collapses inwards,
Longing lost against this
Background of loss, change’s
Drifting malaise consumes
Secretly.
The sacredness of the collective
Together
Needing each other,
Concepts that challenge
Our current narrative
Of ruddy singletons
Who need no assistance.
Yet
Our need for each other:
Desperate. Alone, truly
Alone, we die. The greatest leader,
Without others accomplishes
Nothing.
Collectives
Thrive on interdependence,
When one thrives, so do all.
We tunnel into and through
Ourselves, escaping into each
Other.
Mother’s Day
Mothers, may the appreciation showered upon you today make up for the manifest times you’re taken for granted. “Being taken for granted” means your children have the deepest sense of trust, of security in you, in your presence. Security; that stony foundation upon which life’s brutalities break and fall. Thus we move forward, stronger from love, from faith in ourselves; knowing we can yet still do better. Fully believing we will get there.
Bits and Bytes, The Dance Digital
I’m exploring some new poetry ideas. A newer style, based on thinking like a computer; like bits and bytes: 8 lines by 8 syllables. This is still kinda haiku-like, yet something new. I’ve worked on this all throughout the day. Tell me what you think.
Bits and bytes flowing freely hence
Through the megalith called the web
A dance, of sorts, runs globally
Lights flicker upon my dear screen.
Over this ever-watched image
My life becomes this dreamlike state
Dreams dance over my mind’s canvas
Living for love’s completing gaze.
Seeing Darren Hardy Speak Next Week
I’ll see Mr. Hardy speak this Tuesday. Should be interesting. I’ve heard a bit about him, but haven’t explored his ideas in depth. I’m curious how practical his ideas are, and what I will take away. Stay tuned…
Your Future, And Mine
In the Center of my soul
Upon my mind’s lens
I see your future, glorious
And wonderful.
I long to witness it, to savor
Your victories, comforting
Upon the inevitable setbacks.
And I expect to do so.
Yet, uncertain life can be,
Perhaps I’ll be absent.
Then I’ll take comfort knowing
I helped nudge you forward.
Annoyed with my iPhone
Currently, I’m annoyed as heck with my iPhone. The glorious Jesus phone started doing such things as calling random people, after my screen going black. Weird enough, I guess. My usual solution to such ails is a reboot. And, lo, there’s an update to install. So, let’s combine the two. Dear lord, no, no…never again will I make that combination. Stalled installations, resetting to factory defaults, then reinstalling from a backup (glad I’m a bit neurotic about my backups), all making for a delightful night and morning for me. And I’m still discovering weird tweaks: incomplete syncing of contacts the most recent.
Grrrrr…..