3-D gaze…

17 12 2013

Snow tree BW

 

 

 

 

Hidden Peace

 

 

It is easier to view our living with one-dimensional gazing . . .

Dualistically . . .

this or that . . .

 

But our soul knows that there is more . . .

textures . . .

contours . . .

depth . . .

hues . . .

sundry tints and tones . . .

 

Somewhere deep –- where Spirit and spirit speak underneath sound –-

we long for a 3-D life;

where Light moves, dances, and lives among shade and shadow;

 

So I’ll sit here for a bit with my one-dimensional gaze

welcoming a slowing . . .

not fleeing from staying . . .

being patient in the waiting . . .

hoping — some how knowing . . .

Mystery will come,

and gift me with a new way of seeing . . .

surprising me with a stereoscopic vista I could never have imagined . . .

 

gazing from a 3-D life.

 

 

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Uprooted…

20 11 2012

 

 

 

 

What was believed as foundational and life giving, now is overturned, and bare to the elements – uprooted;

Exposed – gasping for the soil believed to give meaning…

What storms of life are to blame for this devastation?

Those of my own choosing?

Can anything good come from this?

Did I root myself in things too shallow to sustain a deeper longing?

Attachment to the temporal?

Trust in my ability to control and hold?

Dysfunction’s deceiving safety and familiarity?

Can anything good come from this?

Maybe…

It’s the living of the now;

It’s the letting go in the now

where the answer will be birthed;

that will determine where the roots of my spirit will once more grow…





Trusting in Trust…

25 09 2012

 

this swirling vortex is deceiving –- truly beautiful . . .

But I feel the force of

dark energy . . . sucking me in;

No relief –- the pull is constant.

Does it let up?

 

The window of hope seems to open at times –-

clear sky . . . clean air;

But old voices tease –- filled with venom . . .

looking to rush in for a quick bite.

Others are more cunning –- mingled with hope . . .

like a parasitic vine –-

creeping up the fibrous foundation that brings life;

longing to pull me back into the black hole . . . into nothingness.

 

I remember whispers of wisdom speaking the breadth of life –-

the journey filled with horizons, black holes, trails into the unknown,

briar infested pathways, companions along the way,

light that warms the soul . . .

 

This moment is not the whole . . . but live this moment I must –-

In this moment, when venomous voices rise . . .

when the nothingness of a black hole seems imminent –- I trust;

Allowing the long view of this trust to nourish hope . . .

And maybe that’s all I can do for now –- trust in trusting . . .

 

 

 

 





We are not alone…

20 04 2012

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Sometimes life’s view seems to be from the end of a stripped, desolate tree…
Sometimes our living seems to be perched on a jagged ledge.
 
Winter’s wind blowing…
Light fading…
Holding on for life…
 
We look down and realize – we are not alone.
Presence.