Floating Away

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In my mind I’m on a beach somewhere,

Warm seas, with azure waves tempting me.

Gravity has no hold. I have no cares

I have escaped. My mind has set me free.

 

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Fledgling Moment

Day 22 a poem for the moments when you are standing on the edge…

Made of sticks and stones

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We’ve got a choice,
All of us,
Stood on the precipice
Waiting on the edge of eternity
Ready to step out into the void.
We can choose to fall
Spinning downward at the speed of doubt,
Crashing earthward, accepting the inevitability
Or take a chance
Accept the risk,
Start beating our wings
And try to soar.
 
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Fledgling Moment

photo credit: Eagle Eye via photopin (license)

photo credit: Eagle Eye via photopin (license)

We’ve got a choice,
All of us,
Stood on the precipice
Waiting on the edge of eternity
Ready to step out into the void.
We can choose to fall
Spinning downward at the speed of doubt,
Crashing earthward, accepting the inevitability
Or take a chance
Accept the risk,
Start beating our wings
And try to soar.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Orifice

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Others may erode it
But only I can destroy it
And bury me deep in the hole.

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Rumble strips

Day 16 – and while this is the poem I planned to share today, it chimes with how I’m feeling. A good reminder for me that it is a constant process of relearning lessons and moving forward; even if it is just one step at a time.

Made of sticks and stones

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Slowing me down,

Resistance

To my existence.

Turbulence

Contorts my features.

Changeling me

Freefalling.

Riding the dragon

I dance in the wind.

 

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Practical strategies for the modern alchemist

Alchemy 2

The image of alchemy as a metaphor for the path to enlightenment and fulfilment is now firmly fixed in my mind. Shame it isn’t an original idea (there being a kind of famous book with the title “The Alchemist”) but a path isn’t any less of a path just because someone else has walked it before and anyway the image fits.
I am taking my life and reshaping it into something new, by taking a risk and trusting my talents. That is talent with a small “t” by the way but commitment and consistency with capital C’s, in big bold print.
Then there is one more “C word” to add to the list, control. I am taking control. Not necessarily of the success or failure of the alchemy, but by providing the best raw materials, which is a me that believes in himself and is willing to undertake the vital task of stirring the pot and keeping the potion on the boil.

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Hiatus

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Disconnect from it

All. Come back in your own time,

Playing your own tune.

 

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Rumble strips

Slowing me down,

Resistance

To my existence.

Turbulence

Contorts my features.

Changeling me

Freefalling.

Riding the dragon

I dance in the wind.

 

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.