Good morning Thursday. I hope I am able to catch my breath today without losing the rhythm of my strength. I’m walking this tight rope line back and forth and I’m almost crossing over. I pause this morning to remind myself that life is not a boxed up series of events. That there is a way to look at circumstances as if I’m looking at the gentleness of light falling on a scene from a nostalgic photograph.
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I long to breathe in a wide expanse of land touched with beautiful colored petals blooming from tulips. It seems to fill my mind with endless possibilities of peace. Peace that doesn’t come in careless waves but comes with pervading ease.
Today I wander off into another day where I will find myself looking for myself in the faces of people I know but who don’t know me. And that searching for myself will remain an endless counterpart of an unwritten song.
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This morning I ponder about some floating thoughts. They peep in and out and try to grab my attention. They probe for answers to their questions. Answers that are beyond my comprehension.
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If Pieces Fit
If the pieces fit, it will give me great pleasure to say that I managed to finish something today.
If the pieces fit, it will tell me that I’ve done something worth telling. I’m looking at a drawing board of ideas They stare at me unpolished. They come in shapes that are called structures Boxes that fit a person’s name and what they do for a living.
Lines that describe who they interact with, who they look out for, who they answer to.
If the pieces fit I’d have made my mark because it’s been a while since anything fit. The boxes, they’ve accumulated over time and they pile on top of one another like blue-prints gathering dust under the shelf.
Carefully I re-arrange them and think of the person I make the box for: what they can do and what they can do more and I debate with my mind—-Do these pieces fit?
Form
That hunger to write and discover the meaning of words that will find a vehicle for these thoughts in my head to speak to breathe to roam to regurgitate to exhale to cough to expose to sing to cry to tear out to break apart to piece back together to:
f o r m s o m e t h i n g.
I face that idleness in my mind. It goes on in a loop like an old movie replayed. The black and white images cast shadows on the carpet. And I trace them with my hand trying to:
f o r m s o m e t h i n g.
Like Open Places
There’s really not much to say tonight except that I tried my best to keep my head above the waves today. My thoughts didn’t feel so wound up tight like rusty old screw this time. Somehow there was space to breathe and I’m thankful about that.
It rained for a while. It came in splintered spots throughout the day. I could smell the damp air as I walked out.
Things feel much easier when the voices are silenced and you can hear your own rising from the muffled shadows. I can barely think of what to say though because it feels weird to open the latch door that allows free-thinking.
There is that need to keep thinking when you know that your thoughts slow down once they’re freed up to roam.
I’m trying to loosen this mind up
It’s been on and off. This dance with words. And sometimes I’m frantic with places and spaces that let it loose. And I know I’m just going all over the place. Forgive me. But I’m trying to loosen this mind up.
Stimulate it awake.
It normally lives in places where it is not expected to create anything but mediocre replicas of genius thought.
And if we are strong enough
to be weak enough
we are given a wound
that never heals.
It is the gift
that keeps the heart open.
He sees me dearly in the morning. I see Him sweet. Like a slight nudge across the bed He raises me from my sleep. And takes my hand across the day. He wraps me in fervent peace. He carries the sunshine faintly from the shadows. The lighted way I keep.
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Teach me some melodious sonnet sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount. I’m fixed upon it, mount of Thy redeeming love.
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