blank blank fullness

If you've stood up to that bully in your mind --
the one who said it can't be done, that you shouldn't try,
you stepped up to the plate after too many days

                   hanging in the trance of a wicked dance
back n forth in speculation

oh dear what a sad sensation

to see it in your heart
        hovering at the horizon line
                        and to give up the part
in exchange for empty anticipation

have you seen those days
enough
to come to.

and come to the unknown
                            it types itself, and all you had to do was stand
                                                   walk over to the enigma, the molehill,
                               pen, typewriter
                   dreadful computer (computing your time away)

and close all the tabs,
turn on the faucet
and let it                        flow

the waters which bathe only those who have
learned to
day in and night out
with the rising sun, the reset that comes with each new one,
                                             insist on starting again
picking up the pen
and just

    surrendering.

truth be told you don't know,
it's not yours to dream of
write or breathe of
                  up onto the page

but baby it sure is magic and magic is, what we're made to
make all the time and space for.

for Magic knows, how to do the rest.

March 21, 2018

As awareness increases, so too does the responsibility to hold compassion. You will see, both in yourself and in others, the natural and regular occurrence of misunderstanding, subjective projecting, apparent injustice, subtle karma, power plays, conscience hinting at true honesty, integrity-building, as well as a muffled desperation — the grip of an ego still desiring triumph, superiority. Yes indeed, you will see the unseen, the inner politics of ego, intelligence, and heart quietly driving our human interplay like a guiding force with ultimately all good intentions and frequently misguided impulses stemming from the common wound, the local carrier.

Where is the truth, the power, the place where satisfaction and enough-ness -- enough being, doing, owning, releasing -- where do they cross and create a clearing for ideals to subside and their living, breathing embodiment shine?