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Friday, March 28, 2025

Imagination unto shalom

All we are 
cells of mitochondria
composite of galaxies
resting within infinite
e x p a n s i o n to finite expression

To imagine imagination
fathoming, dreaming, sensing
seeing the invisible
what does not exist
calling into existence

This Creator created
attuned
endowing life
processes, systems
beauty

Perceiving
the delight
of watching a story unfold, characters
who will live out the questions
invited into partnership; shalom

Wednesday, March 26, 2025

Changed by love

How the winter dormancy wraps

    land in cold blankets, frozen foundations

    leafless trees and hibernating debris

How the spring awakens 

    there is a thawing, a washing 

    seeds and creatures roused into fecundity

How being loved by someone changes you 

    There is an enclosure, a security of boundaries

    Now I don't have to do everything, fled from the rancorous mob 

    Permission that I seldom granted myself 

    "be present and be loved" 

    initiate and respond with deepening wholeness


   

    

Tuesday, March 25, 2025

Process

It will take time, 

and it's a process of becoming 

in the flux of dismantling 

into a formless mass 

identity shifts, 

cocooned and unseeing 

reformed 

in newness 

from darkness, alight 

Saturday, February 01, 2025

To be moved

 To be a lithe fishing boat, 

Curvaceous, turning with the rises  

Arcing brow, 

Luscious aged wood crafted with care


Dropping and lifting, so unlike


A barge, 


Slow, heavy, groping the sediment and debris not yet dredged 


Leaving in the tailwind a trail of oil



I want to have a brow that dips sways


I want to have a mast that catches the wind 


But I have a motor and I have a mission; port to port to port.


At sighted land unburdened;



I’ll pretend that the small waves can move me too.

Wednesday, January 15, 2025

Inner critic

Let it take the time it takes 

    Even thorough I want it done-

    Accomplished and forgotten.

Let it take the time it takes 

    For hope to rise again

    The recuperation of a disintegrated self.

Let it take the time it takes 

    Abiding the yelling threats that stopping will be fatal.

    If I’m not pushing, I’m completely failing. 

Let it take the time it takes 

    To rest in the proof of being insufficient

    Yet sufficiently held, and released. 



Friday, December 27, 2024

Back to us

As we enter a new season, 

We think we are saying goodbye to some part of us 

Forever.

But, look

See how he brings our whole selves back to us.

Friday, December 20, 2024

On having a new job in the modern age

Illusion: the perfect structure exists, and I just have to find it,

Perfection disintegrating into procrastination 

Floundering in notebooks, calendars, spreadsheets, docs, notes, 

which device, stored on site, Dropbox, drive, flash, cloud; html or file?) 

Will I log this in Excel, Trello, Onenote, Slack? 

Digitized, scattered, lavishly sprawled across the landscape of logins, passwords, 

All caught up in inconsistent effort and cascading semantics  

Eventually, what will be made is made, and habits formed 

And (hopefully) refined and improved. 

Otherwise, forgotten.