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Pivotal

Right here in the now

Spinning

The turn may be sharp

Take care

An unforeseen development

A change of direction

The sudden introduction of

New information

A decision made which changes

The landscape

A heart opens in a dark place

Light streams out

Love blossoms like flowers in mid-summer

Listen closely

You can hear the thrum

Chance and change

Keep your eyes open

Wisdom close

The light will show you

Which way to go

It’s always love

Love

Which lights the path

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Lids No Pans

A quick look into a Banker’s box

Reveals a carefully wrapped lid

Cardboard folded over carefully

Taped down tight

Around a glass and stainless steel lid

Whose pan now resides in another state

Under a different cover, another too

All the planning and packing

Came to nothing

In the rush of last minute decision making

I have lids, no pans

And life is like that sometimes

Someone has pans with no lids

They got the better end of the donation decision

And I am left holding these lids

What does one do with orphaned lids

Will I take them with me to a thrift store

To see if I can find a rough mismatch match

Can I repurpose them for something useful

Use them to create something beautiful

For now they will be fine

Wrapped up in storage

While the back of my mind explores the paths

Of possibilities

I’ve been down this road myself

Removed of my purpose

Again and again

What to do with this life

When the obvious route came to an abrupt end

Redefining as I go

Letting go of the definition

Using a soft eye to see the greater wider vision

Taking tentative steps

Always asking

Is this a good step

Is this right

Wanting stride forward boldly

Wanting to move quickly into something new

Held back with the knowing

That what seems to be firm ground

Can give way suddenly

And leave me with lids

No pans

And a world of possibility

For creative problem solving

Hoping for a mismatched match

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corrosion

Bleak grey sky and a pocketful of adventure

The stinging cold tempered by a little hope

In disbelief, I sat trying to turnover an engine of dreams

That would not start

Just an endless clicking

No purring come-to-life signifyer

My engine guy’s name is Joe (of course it is –

All the best mechanics are so named)

It’s probably a dead battery, Joe said

Dead in the frozen ocean of snow

The biting wind nipped at my hands

While I looked within

At a terminal problem

One can labor under the weight of options

For hours or days

Choices and consequences and possible futures

Strung out in an infinite array

A pressure to decide just to have made a decision

Tempered by an internal patience

More information

Sit with the complications

Until reduced to a precise simplicity

Better connections

Cleaned and cleared of the past

Replace the core

Take the time it takes, but make it quick

Stick with it until the solution arrives

Until the word is go

Wait

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