Life itself is the great sacrament through which we are wounded and healed. If we live everything, life will be faithful to us.
❤️
– John O’Donohue
this birth of awaiting changes
this for that
tit for tat
tuxedo memories
pinstripe debonair
glamour hangs
like confetti in the air
life goes
round and round
flinging dreams
synthetic roads
leading nowhere
screams and laugher
hardest when not fair
up one side now
down the other there
we hang on
we stomp our feet
and swear
this ain’t right
this we cannot bear
life goes forward
ever on and on
wanting only
to change our point of view
we are loved
no matter what we lose
love will win
love always life’s sweet muse
sight or blind
the vision ours to choose
❤️
AL
Men must endure / Their going hence even as their coming hither; / Ripeness is all.
It won’t matter that 10,000 doors might be slammed in your face because when door number 10,001 flies open, revealing pathways of jade and gardens of love, with flowers dancing, fountains sparkling, friends blushing, moonbeams glowing, and abundance abounding, you’ll completely forget about all the other doors.
Happens every day,
The Universe
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We are here essentially to risk ourselves in the world. We are a form of invitation to others and to otherness, we are meant to hazard ourselves for the right thing, for the right woman or the right man, for a son or a daughter, for the right work or for a gift given against all the odds. And in all this continual risking the most profound courage may be found in the radical and simple willingness to allow ourselves to be happy along the way…
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LONGING by David Whyte
It’s not how we leave one’s life.
How we go off the air.
You never know do you.
You think you’re ready
for anything;
then it happens, and you’re not.
You’re really not.
The genesis of an ending, nothing but a feeling,
a slow movement,
the dusting of furniture
with a remnant of the revenant’s shirt.
Seeing the candles sink in their sockets;
we turn away,
yet the music never quits.
The fire kisses our face.
O phthsis, o lotharian dead eye,
no longer will you gaze on the baize of the billiard table.
No more shooting butter dishes out of the sky.
Scattering light.
Between snatches of poetry and penitence
you left the brumal wood of men and women.
Snow drove the butterflies home.
You must know how it goes,
known all along what to expect,
sooner or later …
the faded cadence of anonymity.
Frankly, my dear, frankly, my dear, frankly
💞
Only the Crossing Counts by C. D. Wright
Well I won’t back down, no I won’t back down
You could stand me up at the gates of hell
But I won’t back down
Gonna stand my ground, won’t be turned around
And I’ll keep this world from draggin’ me down
Gonna stand my ground and I won’t back down
[Chorus:]
Hey baby, there ain’t no easy way out
Hey I will stand my ground
And I won’t back down
Well I know what’s right, I got just one life
In a world that keeps on pushin’ me around
But I’ll stand my ground and I won’t back down
Hey baby there ain’t no easy way out
Hey I will stand my ground
And I won’t back down
No, I won’t back down
This day maybe be rough and bloody and heartbreaking but it is here and it is now and it is bursting with untold potential and possibility and our response to it is of utmost, urgent importance.