To what end
Do I expend
This energy?
What friend would know?
I need to bend down low
To find the nugget.
But I cannot tug
at it.
Everything I do…complicates
Then my energy…dissipates
So, I rest?
What about claiming my power?
What about the fighting hour?
Oh, path…
So ellusive,
Oh, adventure…
So subtle,
Oh, pleasure…
So distracting,
Oh, energy
Don’t leave me now.
Unwind my subtle heart.
Energetic expressions I chart.
And in these moments of play,
I dare the moment and stay.
Your intentions are so good,
But follow through is lacking,
I need some more backing,
To trust this endeavour.
This means I have doubt,
And a wanting to shout,
But to myself I turn,
Because deeply I still yearn,
To bring about the good.
It is tempting to wallow,
Or just to swallow,
But these moves are shallow.
Deep to the power: I
Go to the friction points: For
The leverage that is needed,
Allowing all warnings to be heeded…
And rise again from this stronger.
So bring your A-game,
There is no shame.
Let us fight for quality;
Actions that ring true,
And movement forward,
To stand strong:
Together.
Libations,
Sensations,
Rationing,
Passion-ing,
Elastic tensions…
That I press,
(and mess)
with until something gives.
Whoops!
This balance
the edge so fluid and
at some point unforgiving:
Consequences can crash down;
Light the path!
The balance!
Let me play,
and stay,
inside…
the beautiful;
and yet explore (the dangerous).
Fine chocolate,
Slow sunset;
Sweet savory moments,
All blessed be.
To cherish this experience,
To worship this time,
and I know also…
That I am yours,
and you are mine.
Being at peace takes practice,
and takes less work
Than one might expect.
So I slow down,
And respect,
Each precious day:
Wow…
It feels good this way.
To be sure,
Requirements galore:
Placed on me.
I only wish to be:
Free…
And play
(all day).
However, I admit (reluctantly),
The constant pressure of tasks
Makes me ever more clear:
Things I hold dear,
Jumping through fear…
Stronger, I become,
Guess I will go get me some,
Maybe even have some fun,
“Hey there, rising sun!”
(time to run)
The moments collide with me. I make movements that might just work. Does my strength match the requirements of the day? It may.
Thrown into scenarios:
That challenge values long forgotten
I grow still.
Growth and learning is a requirement, a prerequisite, a given each day. However, there is some choice, some level of involvement, some possibilities inherent.
Pivotal approach,
Attack strategy,
Engagement,
Self awareness,
Acceptance,
Appreciation even;
So here.
Everyday is different and requires our amazing human ingenuity to rise to the occasion. It is surprising we survive. And, astoundingly sometimes we thrive.
There is a sense, a space, a place deep inside that wants to come out. The expression of this IS the quest. Of course, how can words do it justice? It fills the words themselves.
Flourishing in my soul,
(nourishing flow)
I beckon thee.
With my presence;
My awareness,
My follow-through…
and dedication.
So, I walk, clean, work, drive, talk and each word, movement, sight becomes filled. Prerequisites, these:
This list like any other is not complete. It means nothing compared to spirit, to being. And yet, if I called IT in again, hooray!
Slow me,
(down)
Until the ground,
beneath my feet:
Fills me with light,
and depth.
Practical daily life is the experience and yet there is so much more filling the space-less space: everywhere and nowhere.
Bob Marley said it thusly: Stir It Up.
For some time now, I have been considering controlled folly. Obviously, many actions are folly. Ultimately one might argue since a single human is so small, everything is folly. Alternatively, there is the deep down desire to leave our signature, make our mark, and fulfill our dreams.
So, to control folly is logically to reduce or remove those actions not directly yielding our dreams. However, something so simple is not so in execution.
Treading heavily I force,
Resisting I hold back,
But…
The archetype:
is passion.
Passion and focus being two sides on one coin allow the energy to flow but not folly, thus controlling it. Another assumption that can misdirect (create folly) is the scope of action. Action must perforce include thoughts, however we have generally been taught to classify thoughts as a non-action.
To create, to align, to see…
I bring you to me:
That which I have been…
Dreaming to be.
Knowing that thoughts are actions in their own right makes it possible to be strategic. This is because they are included, rightly so, in the list of possibilities. The polar imbalances are stated in the first poem as treading heavy and resisting. The way through was stated as passion. Thus:
Passionate dreaming,
Thoughts streaming,
Action gleaming,
Me forward.
To focus on that which brings joy requires boundaries and practice but the dividends are beyond imagination.
What is it that makes us think getting distracted is worth it? How is it possible to balance respectful availability with devotion to the heart’s desires? At the extreme, most of us are neither monks nor 24 hour emotional consultants. Instead, we are somehow both.
Contemplating energy and tasks,
Invariably mixes the mundane and the abstract…
To wit confusion is tempting.
However:
Don’t forget!
Remember.
Passion to light the way,
Love to focus the day,
And don’t back down.
I am learning to stay true and continue in the face of seeming distractions. I bring attention back around to my heart’s true desires learning to dream true. What is it I know that I want? I attempt to allow everything, but importantly I engage in a single minded practice, using context to claim my power.
So you say…
But with this moment,
I play:
Such that I see this
As but practice,
For who I truly am.
In this I remain open and devoted, at once and at one. This approach keeps the creative power flowing through the activities, seeming requirements and elements that fill each given day.
