mediocrity…never…the battle is on!
Feeling empty and unstrung
I wake from my dream
warnings of being unwilling to change
of being stuck in one place
unwilling to do things different
I sit at my desk
because this dream was not about you
it was about me
and it scares the hell outta me
that it is what I will allow.
the tractor beam of mediocrity is on –
will my shields hold?
Will I stay out of the pig pen,
or just give up and wallow in the stinky mud?
The comfortable parking space calls me..
and the glaring monotony,
the forced prison,
of my day
stares at me.
how will I break this day open?
how will I know I have
reached beyond my need for security?
how will I battle my own resistance?
how will I stay focused on my own need,
and not distract myself with yours?
I open poems by Mary Oliver
The Moths is all it takes!
I feel the door of freedom swing open wide.
I say ‘thank you’
for these, and all the other words.
Within the hour I get a comment from Oriah, whose poem,
was a life changer
and I know life
has answered my need to know
that I am connected to the whole
with a side of strawberries n cream & passion fruit Godiva truffles
knowing there is always
than I could ever eat up
my cup is overfull and sticky
from all that honey
from all those
AL (Oct 2013)
Listen to Willie Nelson sing This Face http://youtu.be/_79LW9_OIUA
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The mind must
set itself up
wherever it goes
and it would be
to impose its
tack them up
like an interior
tent. Oh but
the new holes
New Rooms by Kay Ryan