Newness and unfamiliarity
fuel curiosity.
Forward momentum guides creativity.
Acceptance reveals the path to joy.
Growth is the gift of change.
Revolution
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Blossoming Hope
A flicker of light.
An ease filled pause.
An unfolding leaf.
Signs of new life.
The essence of each breath.
Renewed is love.
Reborn in joy.
Fractionated
Feeling small in the shadows.
Isolated.
Distilled down.
The whole broken
Apart.
Sifting and settling,
Until in the dark,
In the stillness,
In the pain,
A soft voice whispers,
You are something more.
The pieces begin to reform.
The Space Between
Where the wind blows,
light dances
and shadows meander.
The trees sway and grass grows.
Raindrops fall.
The heart beats.
The body feels.
The mind rambles.
Quiet calls.
Stillness and movement reconcile.
This is where grace lives
and love persists.
Touchdown
Grounded in lightness.
Free to expand.
Confident in choice.
Clear in direction.
Comfort in stillness.
Peace in the quiet.
Steady in heart.
Content in this breath.
Discarded
Alone,
it rested
below the fresh
and blossoming
bouquet,
forgotten,
dropped.
As if it’s work was done,
the petal fell,
tired,
heavy,
worn.
It left the collective
where it had so faithfully held on,
believing that its beauty lay
in its contribution.
It could hold on no more.
It had to drop away.
It had to pull apart.
In its moment of letting go
and seeming it was done,
that petal
became
its most beautiful
version
of itself.
Porous
Recognizing without conforming.
Allowing without absorbing.
Flowing effortlessly between the inner and outer world.
Uniquely connected.
Discerning without differentiating.
Stepping out of the rigid container of familiar and safe
to freely exercise vulnerability and authenticity.
Curious.
Open to the new and opposing.
Existing within this thin permeable membrane.
Maintaining sense of self.
Living deeply and authentically.
Independently Joyful
Releasing control.
Trusting me.
Allowing joy.
Presence
leading to
clarity.
Clarity
leading to
peace.
Slowing down
to launch forward.
Stepping into my light.
Ne
My roots are in my breath.
Every inhale allowing the material and superficial conditions of my being human to fall away.
Every exhale reminding me of the expansiveness of my essence,
the pliability,
permeability,
fluidity,
of my foundation.
Not what I am or
where I’ve been.
Not entrenched in the past or
tethered to the future,
This foundation reminds me,
beyond what matters,
beyond all matter,
that I am not that.
I am holding everything and
holding onto nothing.
My foundation is the launching point.
I am founded
in my unlimitedness.
And
Where does it end,
the light from the sun
the light of the moon,
the dark of the shadows
the vastness of the sky,
cold of winter,
unfurling of spring?
Where is the line
that separates joy
from sorrow,
excitement
from fear?
What fills the space between earth and sky?
Is it my heart?
My body?
My breath?
In my mind I struggle
to find a separation,
an either or,
a division,
a moment,
where one exists without the other.
I cannot
and therefore
I cannot regret.
I cannot long.
I cannot judge,
right or wrong.
I cannot reject sorrow
or long for joy.
I cannot suffer in darkness or immerse myself fully in light.
I am made of it all.
It is all in me.
Or is none of it?
I am the space that fills
the space between.
I am the end of light,
the beginning of dark.
I am all of the joy and filled with sorrow.
I am the convergence of earth and sky.
I am the meeting place for it all.
I am the “and.”
Monday Mindfulness 