Monthly Archives: November 2019

FEAST ON THE SURRENDER


13 Nov. 2019

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Lean into the lonely places

Lay down with the shadow dancers

Listen deep into the old stories

   of imaged truths poured from

   the vessel of many yesterdays

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Dosed in the blood of lineages

Down the drain of old hopes

Dictates passed down in the all around

    making a depository of other’s

    dreams and imaged forecasts

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Held in the spaces of unrequited

Hid in the in-between of longing and yearn

Hold on to the thin cord of relationship

    for memories seek safe harbor in the

    stripping away what was never yours

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Shed what was not the gift of you

Single out the spacious self’s dream

Silence the busy minds need to know

   for there is knowing in the quiet voice

   of the heart waiting for your listening

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Feast on the surrender of release

Find comfort in the lonely places

Free up the impose of other’s dreams

   as you feel the fullness of finding yourself

   unfolding perfectly as you are

   

   

   

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And In The New Beginning The Wheel Turns


9 Nov 2019.  Sunday.

There is madness lingering on the circle edges

Closure begs it turn to end the chaos

New Beginning hungers to be released

All at once they raise their pointy fingers

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In the Center breathes the calm

In the whirl and twirl of the all around

Light and Shadow move in the in-between

There is madness lingering on the circle edges

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Choices crackle pop in the sound in the round

Knowing they will all need their turn to end

And certain to find a new beginning

There is no stopping how change always wins

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What doubt comes is held to old fears

Trust lives in the quiet voice of the heart

Tuning into the womb that has alway known

Choices crackle pop in the sound in the round

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And in the New beginning where the circle centers

Where what was has lost it’s way back in

Quietude gives listen to the soft voice

Where the Womb of truth weaves in the new life

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How is it that we are quick to let forgetting win?

Push back at the trust that needs our surrender

Imaging the way of the new outcome created

And in the new Beginning where the circle centers

The Wheel gives another turn.

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