A future I can see as clear as day:
It’s filled my lungs with fragrant lilies
and bold bright violets
that blanket the earth and soften under my feet
Each one precious and beholden to me
My heart no longer a stranger
a beast banging on my chest
shouting its replay of gripes
They can’t reach me here.
In the meadow, in the valley
I fasten a fallen flower to my chest
and we wander down
this happy trail together
Tag: precious
We are Sacred
We tend to work like old cars. Something goes: The engine. The body. The smooth flow of heat and friction. The get up and go. The pedal to the metal, as they say. But we are not machines or computers. Even if society tricks us, Influences us, Tells us otherwise. I am more than a widget giving an output. Yes, we all need each other. We are an interdependent species, Even when we can feel the most alone. Our time is sacred and limited Precious and potent. How can society run simpler? With less friction, tension and pressure So that what we do matters less than Who we are and how we show up? Maybe that is what maturity and the taking time To ask the questions brings -- Not just rote memory Of what we have always done -- That feels like important, sacred, fulfilling work And maybe a focus I can further explore. Today I am grateful that I’m able to focus On what matters: Healing and connection. Asking. Being curious. Showing up authentically. And maybe illuminating a path for my daughters So they do not fall into those same busy-til-you-break traps.
I am here. I am present.
When life gets complicated, When there’s a distraction at every turn And I feel overwhelmed, Why add a further layer on top of an already full load? I am here. I am present. That’s the only moment that counts. I can embody that space. I can feel love, connection, and gratitude Only when I am in the present moment. Sometimes I forget what’s so profound and simple. But I am willing to learn and re-learn To live this one precious life In the present moment.
THIS
This is what you’ve been waiting for. All that striving and attaining And you almost missed it. Head buried in books Or neck hung low to read the hand-held screen. THIS Not the agenda or self-imposed schedule Not the to-do's and have to’s Or social media frenzy. THIS MOMENT All that planning for a future not yet unfolded Lost in stories real or imagined Fantasies of what you should have or would have done. And you almost missed it. This moment is fleeting. This moment is precious. You cannot buy back, will it, or plan for it ever again. This moment is all you’ve got. Do not lose sight of THIS. Even if you have to be reminded Again and again, This is all that truly matters. Though it will be gone in a moment, It is yours to hold and embody. This is what you’ve been waiting for. This moment. This is your one precious life.
Healing Insights 