Midst

I’m lost in the midst

of what had been

and what could be

The only map

Is the hope of something

pure

or something

like love

I want to be closer

to perfect

and further away

from good

Apathy just doesn’t

hit like it used

to

So I care and care and care

Do you cry like I do

When someone is nice to you

A touch of warmth

on a brisk day

The cool breeze in the heat

Unusual

Welcome

I’m lost in the midst

Of what was lost

And what is yet to be gained

I can’t find my way home

yet

Searching for your heart

in the sea

Salt water rains

And waves toppling

that construct

I will see you clearly

tomorrow

if you take my hand

tonight

here in the midst

of imperfect

and almost good enough

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Fragile (with audio)

Sandcastles and porcelain

The ice layer formed just above flowing water

A second day bruise

We build and build

Careers

Identity

Relationships

Longing for longlasting

Pieced together like paper thin ice

Over an air pocket above flowing water

Drop the porcelain

See it shatter into sharp shards

Watch the waves of time wash away the work

Of a lifetime

And we build and build

Ants pouring out of a nest to remove and replace

Each misplaced grain of sand disturbed by the giant feet of fate

And one day we breathe

A pause in the scurry-hurry tedium

And listen to who we are

Who we are

Who are we

What are we

A small flame in the dark night

The rise of the sun glowing on the horizon

The waves reaching for the shore

Coming close then retreating

The sprout of a seed in a slow rise to heaven

Breathing life into every action

Breathing love into every thought

We leave building behind us

And reveal ourselves

The revelation arrived on the breath

The flow unstoppered flows from the vessel

Nothing has changed

Everything is different

The outer is still fragile

Unforgiving

Inside is strength eternal

Compassionate

We dare to love

We dare to dream

Building once again with reverence

Building once more with intention

Understanding that it will

Of course

All wash away

It will shatter

And it is worth it

Still

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Quantum Treasure (with audio)


In isolated spaces

There’s room enough

To wonder

Are our spirits

Made of light or

Is light made of our spirits

Are we waves or matter

When we’re still

Or when we move

Is the feeling that is under

The feelings that we choose

Is it love or is it plunder

That we stand to gain

Or lose

Quantum Treasure – Daily Poem 10/26/2020

In isolated spaces

There’s room enough

To wonder

Are our spirits

Made of light or

Is light made of our spirits

Are we waves or matter

When we’re still

Or when we move

Is the feeling that is under

The feelings that we choose

Is it love or is it plunder

That we stand to gain

Or lose