inside

Clarity Beckons

I have no idea

what to write

so what comes out

is new to me

as much as to

you.

Fortune favors the

fortunate.

I try to follow the

string (I left) out of the

dark cave (it was light

when I went in or at least

I thought it was) I’ve entered.

It seems I live there most of the

time when we’re talking about

real clarity of mind.

Maybe I clutter it

and am responsible

for not seeing past

the mess…

and all I have to do is stop

packratting bits of nonessential

trivia which I curiously

seek out to find the

whole story of a hook

I’ve bit into, poor fish

I am–to let myself be

caught by such an

inexperienced angler

without even an angle

to offer of much worth.

 

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Opening to Receive

If our door is shut, like a fortress,

not much penetrates.

We are seemingly ‘safe’.

But expansion is curtailed.

We have no wiggle room.

We are locked in and we aren’t

coming out.

High on a hill we’re inaccessible

to most–

come down to their level

and they at least have a

fighting chance.

Not sure who to let in.

Barbarians abound!

My armor is on in case if a

skirmish.

I feel safer in a ‘tin can’.

Like a sardine–no one’s

getting in until I get eaten.

Not much of a life to look

forward to, but ‘safe’–

until the end.

 

 

 

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Splendor

I want to hide under the covers

but then nobody could tell how

magnificent I was.

I fear they may judge me as

lacking in some way.  Which is

probably true & possibly even

helpful to know, still I want to

hide.

Sometimes part of me wants

to peek out of the windows

of my soul

to see if there is really a world

I left behind when I went

within.

It’s there for sure.  I spend

too much time there and

not enough within.

Coming out is liberating

even if I view it as “risky”.

Usually, I surprise

myself with my own

magnificent splendor

and how it was always

in there & just needed

to come out to view it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Breakout

We hide inside

cocoon-like;

we’re budding

butterflies.

We have to

breakout

to fly,

to see the light.

There’s none of it

inside.

We have to feel

our way through the

veil of seeming illusion

and incarceration.

Just one speck of a beam

is enough to give us

hope

that more lies outside.

You never know for sure.

You shed your cocoon

and see if you can

survive in the air

with your drying

wings.

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Proximally Close

We’re really shut off–from others

behind our computer screens.

Community is lost within our four

walls and can’t be found.

Only artificially by extension

can we learn to relate with others

and then it is such a partial

reality.

So much is lost in the distant

impersonalness.  Sure, some

is gained somewhat, but a

scattered incomplete view is

had with a lot of holes to

be filled in when a ‘real’

experience is had–with

eye contact, tone of voice,

posture, position and

warmth of proximity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Moving Energy

I’m honoring my house today.

Lighting candles, incense,

and bringing in flowers.

A few months of heavy emotional

traffic needed to be cleared out.

I think I made a dent in it

or cleared it completely.

Somehow I trust, tomorrow

will be a much improved day

while I’m within my home,

and without!

I am usually amazed at the

results of my little ceremony,

but it always happens.

Some tweak to the energy

stagnation moves it out

to make room for a new

input to be established.

I’m glad I’m able to do

this even when I’m

seeming ok, but when

I critically examine

my feeling in my home,

I know there can be

an improvement.

You can’t see much,

you just have to feel the

difference, so very subtle

is it sometimes, you

may miss it.  Other

times, it’s rather dramatic.

I wonder which one it will

be this time?

Point Cabrillo Lighthouse with sunrise. California

Point Cabrillo Lighthouse with sunrise. California

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In And Out

I like going out

and I like coming back.

Natural environments

are my habitat.

Just to visit, though.

For a short or longer time.

My civilized comforts

have almost spoiled

my “roughing it” outside

times.

But it more than makes up

for the loss of

all comfort that comes

often, with a steep

price if we do not over-

come inertia-created

isolation & solitude

inside.

Purple chrysanthemum with yellow center.

Purple chrysanthemum with yellow center.

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Volcano

A lot of strong, vibrant energy

is wanting to come through my being

and out onto this page.

It’s almost burning it up

before it can be typed.

The ink is black but it could

very well be fire-red

arcing like a welder’s torch

engraving its message.

Fired up, fired in.

Smoldering remains

of an eruption.

Smoke and haze

are all that remain.

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Walk with the Trees

Wood Duck in pond at Crystal Springs Rhododendron Gardens. Oregon

Wood Duck in pond at Crystal Springs Rhododendron Gardens. Oregon

Saw a hawk, the family of wood ducks

that have moved into

our little pond sharing it with

a white egret and a couple of mallard

ducks.

Doves, airplanes, boats.  You never

know what you’ll see once

you leave your home for a walk.

Nature, people, new paths, old

paths, new day, sun setting

clouds drifting, billowing

air clear to breathe.

Leaving what you see every

day inside is a big boost

for your mood.

No problems leave with you

less problems come back

it seems, at least a happier

frame of mind and an

academy award-winning

experience of nature’s varied

views.

Geese landing with fall colors. Montana

Geese landing with fall colors. Montana

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Decisions

A heat wave.  You want to

walk in a heat wave?  Are

you daft? I say (to myself)

prior to doing it.

Sure.  The worst.  What’s the

worst that can happen?

(my favorite fear question,

that sometimes helps).

I come back all sweaty

and continue on with

my day, with a fresher

sense of mind to bring

to my insides.  Outside

always does that.  Heat

wave or no.

So, that’s not so bad.

I could continue arguing

but I’m going no

matter what.

Still, part of me wants to

be sensible.  And not

cause myself any undue

pain & struggle.

You’d think decisions

would be a lot simpler,

but often I make a

bigger deal of them

than I need to.

Sheep being moved down road. Torr Head. Northern Ireland.

Sheep being moved down road. Torr Head. Northern Ireland.

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