faith

Walking Backwards

Walking backwards–the route–

not my body–produces awarenesses

you don’t as readily notice when

you trek your tried and true

favorite path.

They were all there before but

now you see & feel them in a new

light.

You may even test yourself by

trying to follow your

intuitive knowingness of

where & which way to go.

I got so far out that I

wasn’t sure the way back

would be all that enjoyable

if I was tired & pushing

to get home.  Which has

happened before when I get

greedy and go beyond what

my body & inner sense is

telling me.  I just love it

so much.  And some days

I’m feeling really great & that

enjoyment is all the more

magnified.

But today turned out fine.

And my inner knowingness

assured me it would give

me the energy to get back

with ease.  I love walking.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Rub Your Feet

I rubbed my feet

the Buddha’s belly

Aladdin’s lamp.

A miracle is in the

making.

So what’s the rub?

Processing  miracles

is not like 3-D printing.

Sometimes they take

a beginning and later

the ending arrives.

Rub away.  It feels

relaxing.

Puts your mind

off its edge.

The way through

may be thick with

thatches.

It smooths out

soon enough to

your utter surprise

to be in a new place.

Mixture of Gerbera flowers at a farmers market in Los Angeles, California

Mixture of Gerbera flowers at a farmers market in Los Angeles, California

 

Photography © Dennis Frates Photography  http://www.fratesphoto.com/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Flowing with it

Toxins and nutrients

duel it out

coursing through

my system.

One moment I’m a

hero

the next, a villain.

My friends seem ok

(which they are)

or they’re so far out

on a limb

I don’t know where

they’re coming

from.

I’m feeling desperate

and self-sufficient

almost in the same

breath.

I have money

coming in

and I’m on

extended vacation

until further

notice.

The ebbs and flows

of life

keep me on my

toes.

I’m mostly there

anyway–

just in case.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Challenge

Inspiration is in short supply?

No problem.  Well, not much of a

problem, anyway.

I had to walk on a steep slope, muddy

and over growing with poison oak

to get past the lake of water covering

the trail.

No problem or not much of one,

anyway.

If we’re always stopped or turned

back by challenges,

what fun is there in life?

No, I do not want poison oak.

No, I do not want to go back.

And no, I do not want to fall

in the water.

So yes, I made it through

with less hesitation & ponder-

ing my abilities than

I expected.

Had I turned back, it would

have been o.k. but I

wanted to go forward.

And I did.

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Soulmates

My soul hungers and thirsts

after “security” (my imagined

antidote to fear) as if there could

really be such a thing.

Uncertainty harbors all

possibilities.

Choose, and the availability

of the universe closes off a

little.

In the meantime, to not feel

left without, you have to tread

anxieties’ narrow, narrow path

hoping that you bet on

the right horse.

It’s completely counter-

intuitive to our cultures’

ways.

White picket fences aside,

if you’re free and available,

the universe can come calling,

and ask for the next dance.

If it’s a song you like, then

waiting was worth it, and your

faith affirmed.

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The Star of the Night

The star of the night

outshines them all.

The highest, brightest,

warmest, colorful,

many-pointed star

is a star.

Famous in the heavens

for its bright light,

guidance to weary,

lost travelers.

We only have to

look up

open our eyes

and see what

we see.

It’s been there

all along.

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Tapping the Source

The source is not bankrupt!

The source doesn’t just dole out

so many leaves per tree.

It tries not to overwhelm

bringing too much too fast.

But it has a rhythm and a

timing.  Sometimes it seems

like it’s long overdue.  Well,

maybe it is.  Or maybe it’s for a

reason.  A bigger purpose.  To

cast a larger net.  To build

strength, to persist, to create,

to innovate anew.

Yes, the source is perfect.

Man is messing with her.

Let her do her thing.  There’s

something afoot that is

nurturing like a mother.

We fall under her charge

& can ride her wave

of cycles & rhythms.

Slowing to hear how

is part of it.  Then

courage to follow

what you hear.

Go to the source.  It’s

never empty-handed.

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Feeling Your Way

How high can you fly?

How high is the sky?

Limits are for dim wits!

See where you want to go.

If you can’t see, feel

where you want to go.

Hunches and intuition

don’t usually spell it

out for you–your

direction to take.

So feeling your way

as if, in a fog, or really

in a fog, you make

your way.

My last light out before

bed leaves me with

a dark path through

the house if I’ve

forgotten to turn

on a light in the

bedroom.

My first few tries,

I ran into stuff,

thinking I knew

where it was.

Now I do, but I

still feel & grope

forward.  I’m tired

and I want to make

it safely to bed.

Sometimes, you have

to do that in the full

light of day, too.

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Sad

Sad to see frogs

who can’t jump,

birds who can’t

fly

when they have

legs & wings

but have never

tried

so doomed to

never get off

the ground

even for a

moment’s notice

of gravity

being defeated

& slayed on

the spot.

Sad.

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It’s ok

Is it hard to trust your feelings?

Yes, sometimes.

That old bugaboo, fear nags away

precluding the guidance from

within that has brought you here.

Shoulds, ever present, nose their way

into your peace if you don’t watch

out.

Exercise strengthens.

So, trust.

You don’t have to have a

mess in your mind.

Neither do you need to

sweep it under the rug.

But just put it away.

It will likely not disappear

completely–just don’t

cozy up to it like you’re

pals.

Actually, tell it to “get lost!”

if you have to.

Belief, even unfounded,

often comforts me.

Plus, I become stronger

by employing it.

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