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Opening My Heart

I open my heart

it’s scary

I feel vulnerable

unprotected

but I am open

trusting myself

to handle it all.

I think my heart

will stay open

if I ask it to.

Otherwise it may

be too scared

to open fully

fearing the

dragon’s breath

of rage

now let loose

with the doors

wide open.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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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Friendship

I want to enter into &

merge with your feelings.

I want a connection, a bond

to form,  unlike any I’ve ever

had before.

Those were tentative.  The

back door was always open.

Ready to be dashed out of at any

moment.  For an escape

of commitment.

How injurious of myself

to hesitate, to risk entering

into a feeling partnership

with another–at least

initially–to form a

basis for a stronger bond.

I must be easy on myself,

not ever having bared that

vulnerable part of myself

much in my life.

‘Mistakes’ of fear & hiding

as so painful.  Much

more so than opening

I would think when I have

the courage to do it.

I’m ready to start

practicing.  Any other

way is just too painful

to run from.

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Rough Seas

Sailing into a storm

requires guts.

Unavoidable rough

weather

is another thing

but when you can

sail around

and instead choose

to penetrate it head on,

you’re gutsy.

To try to navigate

uncharted seas

requires adventurousness.

The storms of life

are teachers…if you

learn not to repeat

a similar mistake

as the first time

through.

Even practice is worth

braving the swells.

If you capsize

and you’re all wet

eventually everything

dries out on this earth,

and you’re on your way again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Feel

Why go on?

The way I am?

What for?

It can be so

unsatisfying.

When I think

of all I’m

shutting out

by choosing

to choose

the same old

same old

humdrum

of my life.

I feel cowardly

doing that.

Playing it safe

nauseates me.

I don’t know

where to head

but anywhere

else is probably

a good start.

How do I

find the courage

to walk out

on my own,

trusting in

my worth

to provide

for me

as the “old”

way did?

I know I need to

soul search

and how is that

going?

Very slow to

Nada.

My soul feels

empty of any

confidence

I might gather

to strip to

the bone

all away

that covers

my, as yet

undiscovered

dreams

Close up of Foxglove flowers.

that are only a

few steps away

toward engaging

with that path.

I hope something

comes along to

jet stream

me to a more

satisfying, less

stuck, path.

All I can do

is be open

and willing,

I guess,

to embrace

my fears.

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See Clearly

I try to see the big

picture

but all I see is a pinpoint

of a view.

So be it.  For now.

Clarity of vision

has never been one of

my strong points.

Not as a constant, anyway.

Sometimes I shine in clarity.

Go right to the heart of the matter.

And can move everyone forward

who are blind to my vision…if

I only choose to use it–am brave

enough to speak out.

I see.  So should others.  With my help.

Whitney's Locoweed (Astragalus whitneyii} seed pods. Steens Mountain. Oregon

Whitney’s Locoweed (Astragalus whitneyii} seed pods. Steens Mountain. Oregon

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Walk into Fear

Not to walk in to the fires of fear

is a sure death sentence for the

soul, and the life of the being.

The fear will not leave until you

face it.  And then it may only lessen.

Repeat lessons are usually in order

and you get better with practice.

That’s the way for most of us.  Non-

Mozarts.  It always seems to be going

nowhere to us and the progress we

expect.  But down the road, a meeting

with a friend you haven’t see in a while

highlights your here-to-fore unawareness

of how beautifully you’ve changed.

It’s good to go for what you want.  Not let

outside forces affect your steps.  Or your

mind cajoleing you in wayward directions.

You may get singed.  Most steps going

anywhere can’t avoid it.  Your thin skin will

become thicker and you won’t be thrown

off so easily anymore.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Heart

The heart wants a voice

it’s often crying out to

deaf ears, too busy to stop

and let the heart respond.

It has all the answers, it

knows everything.  It’s

already done for us.

A pursuit and struggling

is unnecessary–just gets

in the way.

We fear sometimes taking

that next heart step.  It, the

being, wants to be “safe”, and

not be hurt, feel some pain

or intensity beyond one’s

capacity.  The heart will be

forever frustrated under those

circumstances to fulfill its needs.

Shriveling,  atrophy, occurs.  It

becomes weak from underuse.

It will never shine if repressed

continually, deferring to that

“majestic” mind that thinks–

literally “thinks”, it can run

things from above.

How mistaken it is.  How puffed

up and ego-shaken it tries to

perform its function to no avail

at the mastery of the heart to

know the way.

So a truce must be made and

called with the mind for equal

time and attention or it may

continue to dysfunction

irretrievably.

 

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Evening

Some days the evening comes

more welcome than others.

Even though the day is about

to evaporate into sleep

and dreams perchance

keep you entertained,

it’s the sweet nectar

of sloughing off the burrs,

the excesses of living

each hour before,

that satisfies.

There’s not always a

slow enough lane

for your speed.

You run the risk

of being in everyone’s

crazy rush to

live the sunshine

hours more swiftly

than the limit

allows.

Yet you arrive

wholly unscathed

and happy to

be home no matter

the enjoyment of

the journey.

The Dark Hedges. Rural Beech tree lined road in Ireland.

The Dark Hedges. Rural Beech tree lined road in Ireland.

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Someday

Someday I will change

but for now I’m stubbornly

holding onto my walls

of insecure security.

Insecure because there is no

real ultimate protection

that I’m aware of.  No magic

immortality pill that

renders you invincible to

all attacks.

Someday.

I could change today.  Would

that upset the apple cart?

Flinging apples here and

there, to and fro

rolling down the street

creating havoc in every

one’s way.

I could.

But would I?  Hit by

a lightning bolt of

inspiration, I may

jump out of my

“comfort” zone and

take a bigger risk than

I’m normally prepared

to take at the drop of a

hat on a moment’s notice.

Is someday today?

Fruit stand at Pike's Market. Seattle, Washington

Fruit stand at Pike’s Market. Seattle, Washington

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