Dig Out

Push aside the rubble

Of that collapsed life

How it crumbled down around you

Buried you under all you could not do

The beams across your legs

Fallen structures in your mind

All the expectations that they told you

Held treasured happiness unkind

Crawl away from every moment

Tangled ankles tightly wound

The edifice of other’s imperfect ideation

Of a life of satisfaction

Would not stand firm around the fire in your soul

You burned it down

Smoldering and crumbled

From the ashes you have rumbled

To wander and to search now

For something ethereal and true

Far out of reach

Not well defined

Balanced on the wire

Of uncertainty and exploration

Through mists of dreams anticipation

Don’t look back

Don’t look down

Each step takes your full concentration

Until you reach new ground

Blaze the trail through mystery

Among the trees of wisdom

Revive your spirit

Drink deeply from the clear calm lake

Of peaceful contemplation

You were meant to wonder

Your were meant to question

You are here to redefine

You are here to realign

Leave the ruins there

To be covered by the vines

Let the past be fallow

Plant your dream into the wind

All your intentions changing patterns

Circle thrice and say the words

Singing chanting writing

The world is waiting for your voice

For your stepping into power

Dance the dance that’s dancing

The music of your life

Something greater than yourself

Is emerging

Calling you away from strife

One more step and you can fly now

One more turn and you will soar

The wings that you’ve been growing

Snapping open

Stretching wide

Fly up with me, my friend

We meet again outside of time

We meet again outside of time

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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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