When the call is answered
There is a death to the seeking
To the feverish fleeing
To the indiscriminate receiving
Don’t misinterpret the discomfort of this freedom
And grab for more
Insight and believing
Instead, lean in
To just enjoy
This sensual wide-bodied piece of completion.
Where the dares have been recollected
Where the convergence has occurred
Where the lost wildness has been found
It’s time then to come forward
Into the spiral
Into the haze
Continue forward
In the tumult
In the responsibility
Continue forward
In the imposible idiosyncracies!
Keep going
With room, too, for the rejection
The blame and blunders
The foils, faults and flaws
Keep going
Not forgetting to pause for decay, separation and integration
Keep going
Keep renewing where your mutant individuation
Meets your invaluable belonging
Where your impatient I can’t wait anymore!
Meets your slowly earned wisdom
As you keep on loving, living and creating
Keep sanding, sharpening and softening what is your contributive best
What of you is needed when and where?
Cowboy or wrangler?
Accompanist, conductor or arranger?
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In the death of a person, place or thing
There is a peace
Can you stay with it?
Can you hold it?
Can you stand with it?
Right next to it?
Listening humbly and respectfully?
Can you stay there?
Can you hold wonder and awe?
Stay in a way embodying undemanding play?
Beware of the backwards tilt!
The kind that’s not contained in a rocking chair
Swaying you back and not forward
The nostalgic seduction of old wounding!
Whether your liability is entanglement or seclusion
Stay low in gratitude by thanking the trees each day
Give cheap distraction the cold shoulder
Gather your soul’s weight
And then stand there with it now
Hands on your hips
Everyone right there with you
Shoulders back
Head up high
Proceeding as if success was your fate.