I think this is the longest I’ve gone with out laying out a post in the last two years. Not for laziness.
I’m shifting. Moving my inner workings about. Re-calibrating. Pondering next steps. Anyone else feeling a new pull, a certain whisper on the wind?
For awhile it won’t be every day of diving into a moment with poetry. I’m going to let the muse have me and wander me about in other places that words need to be written in. I hope to allow it all to bubble and brew in this heart cauldron of mine.
Allowances
Wash the dishes, clean your room
feed the dog, mow the lawn
Allowances were given
drop the glass, forget the errand
often late, missed the plane
Allowances were given
In the allow of this for the giving of that
In the allow of that for the misplace of this
in doing the right thing to the forgetting
Open to the allow it to happen as it will
In the generosity of the space not yet filled
up with doing and mind jumble
Where does it matter most on the life way
that allows possibility in the night and day
of what can be seen or hides in the shadows?
When allowance feeds the greater good
and gives the free flow a kind radiance
that lights the way for others.
Sometimes I flow with the flow – but someone once told me ‘be sure you are in the right river’ – spoilt sport 😦
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Hahahaha.. well, I suppose there’s that; That right river. And then again, I’m of the mind that it’s probably the ‘right river’ no matter what, just a different kinda flow and possibilities and allowances.
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