I, Between Ground and Sky

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I am my contradictions;
I am not my contradictions.
You will find me here,
a little too far away, maybe,
from the depths of the ocean floor,
where movement is unweighted grace,
and the talking, deep and sonorous
and capable of stretching for miles,
exactly and quietly where it needs to go;
a little too removed, maybe,
from the vast blanket of sky,
that knows how to stay,
that holds space for shifting clouds
suspended, it seems to me,
in a state of satiation and whimsy,
unburdened by their responsibility
to nourish us, to not fall right down
before their job is done;
and there is no clashing of the clouds,
is there, only seamless integration.
I am not in one place or the other,
and before I can determine what this means
about where I am,
my mind drifts like the sea creatures and the clouds,
chasing colours I am sure I have forgotten.
But I remember –
it is in my nature, as I try
to find the ground between,
the soft, bold place in the center of my being,
to get caught between two places
now and then as I journey through
the realms of hope and hunger and despair,
to love and hold the untruths that
have made me, and regard them, and let go,
as I make my unhurried movement,
like the dolphins do,
toward grace.

– TT

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We are the Blessed Ones

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to the gods and goddesses
living inside us,
to the parts of us that are
wounded and unsure,
to the depths of power
we hold within such fragile frames,
to the fear we cling to
to keep ourselves smaller,
to our celestial visions
and our subterranean workings,
to those who scamper to treetops
and those whose feet hold firm to the ground
to the singers, dancers and dreamers of light
and those who dwell in the shadows,
to our mothers and fathers and children
and to the families that we make:
we are the blessed ones,
even when the sky has fallen
and the waves have receded from the shore,
and everything seems to be slipping away,
we are the blessed ones
and we are not forgotten;
may we never forget.
– TS

Today, The Ocean and Sky

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sometimes
i wonder if
the bottom of
the ocean floor
is a reflection
of the true
contents of
the sky,
the dazzling
totality,
the jewels,
pristine light
and glittering
shade of all
that life,
and that
the sky,
as though
aware of
our need for
a reprieve from
feeling and
knowing
too much,
covers the
glistening
bounty of
all that is,
to give us
the mood
and shade
we can
abide by
just for
today. – TS

Let’s Journey Together

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We’re heading there now
the sky, a blue sheen,
or maybe the rain gods
are giving us a day of grey
 
We’re speeding there,
so fast we are learning
we never really had a say
in the great unfolding at all
 
We’re turning corners,
and the wind on our skin
is a delirious awakening
as we glide around the bend
 
We are remembering our way,
we are finding our protection,
we are digging deep for hope,
we are making it together. – TS

Above and Below

I only have five words today, but they are important ones! There is always what we see, have and experience right before us, and there is the great, wide, vast universe out there to cushion us, to permeate through our experiences and inject life and energy into them. We can only start where we are, but we can also strive to see, experience, understand more … with JOY!

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From Here to Sky.

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Sometimes I marvel at
the rightness of things
 
That just when I feel
so tired that going on
 
Becomes an act of tripping,
stumbling, doubting it all,
 
And my limbs are so heavy,
my heart clenched with fear,
 
I remember where I am.
Which is here for all of us.
 
It’s the ground, rich, solid,
sure. So I take off my shoes
 
And immediately feel a pulse.
I lie down: earth revives me.
 
How right it is, that there is
so much below us to support,
 
And that we get to look up,
At all that sky, weightless, huge,
 
And that we get to peak at and
contemplate all that blue forever
 
Through the most stunning
Little gateway leaves of green. – TS

Joy Now

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And once we round the bend?
Once all that the horizon is ours?
 
Is there something waiting there
grander than the vast open road
 
with its trees glinting in the sun
stone structures mounted for gods
 
Mountains just off to the side
ready to cushion your dreams
 
The clouds, too, shifting shape
always waiting to tell you a story?
 
May we not wait for what comes
but bring joy to everything we meet. – TS