By Don / Date: September 26th, 2012
You have a choice As do I To be open to What is in this space In Love I am forever learning how To open this heart Trusting, experiencing, knowing it is held Thank you You know who you are.
By Don / Date: September 25th, 2012
I cannot make sense of the wind It is not mine I stand in it, am moved by it, to tears But it is not me I cannot hold it, touch it I grow my roots, yearn for a time it may cease And content myself with thoughts of leaves, flowers, seeds as yet furled, […]
By Don / Date: September 22nd, 2012
There is huge potential here Colossal dormant energies hint their presence The gap is space, trust, patience perhaps There is no strategy, no right way Just choice. Again and again. And all will become clear.
By Don / Date: September 20th, 2012
If I let go of, delete, un-create belief There is nowhere for the seed of doubt to grow Or linger Wherever it came from It blows on its way on the wind Replaced with knowing
By Don / Date: September 20th, 2012
These early mornings, disturbed by bladder, bowel and mind And when it wakes, the stories come. ‘What does this all mean?’ they say. Pretending to help. I choose Love, I choose Joy, I choose Peace The stories are empty of these – all of them. They can never be otherwise. And when story stops, in […]
By Don / Date: September 19th, 2012
I am not perfect But I am not adding energy To your words I am just letting them bounce back to you.
By Don / Date: September 19th, 2012
After a deep conversation I find myself connecting dots, trying to see the story From both sides And I come up for air in confusion I cannot fix this. Indeed, fixing is the entire problem Can I just my arms around it, love it for what it is And let it go? A work in […]
By Don / Date: September 17th, 2012
There is a fumbling inside as if part of me lost the car keys and cannot remember where they were put. This morning, contemplating patience – being in discomfort, waiting for release. How to hold it. And realizing, subtly that I was holding on to the discomfort – defining myself by a story. And so […]
By Don / Date: September 17th, 2012
As a Man, standing at my limits. Open, feeling – fumbling for words to say what is inside. I have already journeyed a million miles to get to this place. And I still touch shame, and judgment, frustration and anger. All of these live within me. And tenderness, and weirdness, and darkness, and edges, and […]
By Don / Date: September 16th, 2012
Am I hiding again? Or being kind? Am I standing up so you can push against me? Or push me over? Or push past me? I have had a wonderful day, and now these questions…