reflecting on busy-ness, on incompletion, on impatience, on agitation
with compassion
in such a way as to hold peace as the larger context
that forgiveness might allow further unfolding
that new choices bring new consciousness

giving my all ( Read more... )

of creation and imagination

how can it be that i have created everything i see
and yet it is nothing like i imagined?

life is so long and short
so sweet and so tart

i give thanks for the unexpected
show me the path to the woods where there is no path
may i be willing to walk it with wide eyes
and open hands

if nothing has meaning
but what we create
then our lives are an exact reflection
of our minds

and the beauty or suffering
therein

the sweetness
of self
like pomegranate
after a drought
(yet still the mind calls for wine)
drinking my own elixir
well-mulled, spiced
and a tartness that
purses my lips

thank you for this harvest
and for sowing tomorrow's seed

may i purify my thoughts and actions
in order to
allow me access
to the innermost place
in me
that is only you

god, let me make this performative utterance ( Read more... )

my purpose on this earth ( Read more... )

is not so complex
as i think
it's not so far
away
it's not so hard
to find.

in fact it's so simple
so close
so easy
that i blew right past it

what i need
well, i don't need it
because i have it
could there even be need?
if we already always have it?

this struggle, so human.
but no more pretending i'm fine--or not fine.
i just am.  no more fixing or placating or hiding and waiting
to be better than.
i don't have the energy to be anything more or less than you want me to be.
god, show me how to put what, where, when.
and give me the sense to listen.