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SHEDDING

We must shed the skin

    of previous being, former

        lives, encrusted memories

rooted through tears

        and turmoil, plastered

            firm on waiting healthy

                prospective living, allowing

            these carnivals, Mardi Gras

        facades to crack, chip away,

dismantled piece by ache filled

        piece - to dislodge, unhinge,

            falling to oblivion, dust to

                dust, as fresh light calls

            forth the impeded imaginings,

        new life revealed, awakened,

            we stretch, once again, to be

                    transfigured, resurfaced, evolved.

POEM  BY G. 4.19.2016

 

Miscreant – noun; a person who

behaves badly. Adj; (of a person)

behaving badly or in a way that

breaks a law or rule.

 

As this poem offered shares,

the act of shedding is essential to

our spiritual growth, our emotional

well-being. Often we cart around

our miscreant moments (real or

perceived) from our past life, having

fastened them to our persona, causing

us to live through them, often unaware.

 

Personally, my miscreant moments

are stationed just below the radar

of my consciousness, not so politely

waiting for my guard to relax or wane,

and then surface - one calling

forth the next, until a Felliniesque parade

is summoned for my unwilling perusal

and consternation.  

 

Since these intrusions give power

and gravitas to an often distant past –

featuring a time, place, or people

well beyond any attempt of recompense

or reconciliation, our only recourse

is to consider mustering the courage

to formulate a workable strategy

for effective shedding.

 

Of course, our approach to shedding

will be acutely personal, impacted

by our perceived notion of our fault

or guilt or complicity – again, actual

or imagined – or in some instances,

our failure to pick up on the clues,

or to be fully aware or engaged.

 

To accomplish this shedding, it might

help to inventory what needs to be left

behind, scoping out each issue at its

core, then developing a personal ritual

for exorcising this memory going forward.

 

I am already envisioning a ritual bonfire

where I burn the relics, documents, or

mementos that represent my miscreant

memories, allowing my soul to move on

to more livable, fertile ground.

 

WITH LOVE, G.

 

THE DELICATE DANCE - SPIRITUAL POEM INSPIRED BY THE FINDING GOD ON THE TRAIN STORY - QUEST FOR A POSITIVE, PERSONAL, AND CONTEMPLATIVE SPIRITUALITY

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THE DELICATE DANCE

I open the vision

            of my possibility,

            clear and immense,

where surrender meets

            intention,

where the two delicately

            dance, as if in

            mid-air propelled

            each alone, yet

            together, they cruise

            across the floorless inner sky:

back and forth, the leading –

            shifts – yet in moments

            of unpursued synchronicity,

            astounded, connected,

            one evolved until, again

the voices of reasonable

            doubt capture the moment,

focusing each on their distinctiveness,

            they unmingle, individuate,

separate for now, yet

            still somewhat connected.

POEM BY G. 2.11.2016

 

WITH LOVE, G.