Today, we do not want to hear about suffering; only relief.

Yet, by entering into the suffering, with others, we find the truth.

And the truth is love.

Today, we do not want to hear about suffering; only relief.

Yet, by entering into the suffering, with others, we find the truth.

And the truth is love.

Hello

 

Another hello, said without thinking.

Why do I even greet this person if I don’t care about them?

What sort of person if I am if I don’t.

 

Oh yeah, someone who is rude;

Others will notice me, deride me,

So I better say hello just to ensure that doesn’t happen,

Yikes, I just realized, saying hello to someone I don’t know is all about me.

 

Not about greeting them.

 

I wonder if others feel that way about me?

For several days the feeling of isolation increased,

Followed quickly by a need to reflect,

Determining if all the separation was made for a purpose,

Well beyond the frustration being caused, to a simple, yet addled brain.

 

Which of course it was; and there was meaning sitting alongside me all the while.

The short version is the there is no past,

Only the present revisited.

 

Then savored and recorded for later consumption.

Another move, this time expected yet unexpected.

The news finally sinks in as the confirmation email arrives; from JetBlue.

Boston to Los Angeles, one-way, check in two hours in advance.

 

Meanwhile, decisions are made regarding what in life is important …

And can fit into two pieces of checked in baggage.

Unreasonable decisions, yet ones to be made.

 

Too fast now to consider, reflect, it is a time to act again.

As the skier leaves the top of the black diamond headwall,

There is no time for a change or heart, more baggage or dallying.

 

Just time to go, and trust in a divine darkness which beckons.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Refractors

Each one takes light and deflects it, just a little,

Adding color, interest and a message to those it shines on.

Showing grace to all in their path.

† Alleluia. †

 

The Road is Paved,

Always present, yet unknown to me,

The road was paved.

 

Rubber necking in the hedgerows; searching for gleaming palaces,

Distraction and desires,

Amused for years, concealing myself with my selfishness.

And myself.

 

Now all is clear.

The road is paved.

It is straight,

Uncomplicated,

Simple and waiting,

For consent, intention and finally,

Desire to be aligned.

 

All that is left is action,

As the tractor beam of love draws me forward,

For there is no other option.