May this be a morning of innocent beginning,
When the gift within you slips clear
Of the sticky web of the personal
With its hurt and hauntings,
And fixed fortress corners,
A morning when you become a pure vessel
For what wants to ascend from silence,
May your imagination know
The grace of perfect danger,
To reach beyond imitation,
And the wheel of repetition,
Deep into the call of all
The unfinished and unsolved
Until the veil of the unknown yields
And something original begins
To stir toward your senses
And grow stronger in your heart
when the thinking lifts and belonging becomes real with connection….
inquiry for today~ allowing life to be real with a friend…..
The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd:
the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible;
nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been;
regret over not being someone else;
dissatisfaction with the world’s existence.