surely
as unsurely
as i move
through
this moment
(hanging
securely
perhaps
by a thread)
i will
become more
of what
i am meant to be
and in the becoming
granted the grace
to let me tell the tale
of why
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14 comments:
I just looked at your new blog. Wow. You're the man. I like the line, (hanging securely perhaps by a thread)
It seems to me, often, that whatever we may think we possess at the moment is here by the grace of good karma, and further, that, the world being what it is, our good current good fortune is subject to change quite quickly and completely, and in ways not necessarily to our liking. All the more reason to savor as fully as we are capable of savoring, the blessings we have now.
Hi Steven - good to be back again, although I shall not be blogging every day for a while. Glad to say that my back seems to be on the mend. Thank you for your good wishes over the past few weeks.
As a keyboard player, Debussy is a favourite of mine - particularly The Cathedral, which is wonderful to play.
Glorious and haunting music here, Steven to match the words and the image, which I feel I've seen before, a lone black bird or crow perhaps in the bare branches of a tree. Thanks.
I adore Debussy!! Thank you for this lovely Monday morning treat, Steven. Have a wonderful week, my friend.
Now, off to visit your new blog...
Your poetry speaks to me .. in a place deep inside my soul.
back in the day when i got massages- the therapist would play debussy. Now when I listen to debussy Something seems to be missing...please come over with your massage mat...I live just down the street a few thousand miles and to the left. LOVE your words as always- that thread- beware of scissors...
We are every one of us hanging by a thread. It could hold or it could split any second. I love this beautiful reminder.
Also I am a big fan of DeBussy.
hello reya- that's it!!! any second!!! i paired debussy with this because his music hangs inside moments . . . colours and images emerge and scents and thoughts . . . . wow! steven
linda sue - back in the day when i got shiatsu therapy - debussy was playing in the waiting area.
scissors?! ties are being cut daily!!! steven
helen - i find that with some writing it bypasses the filters, the walls, the protections i've flung up against the ways of the world that i just can't countenance or manage or associate with. i'm happy for you that these words are like that for you. steven
hello willow - i'm so glad that debussy sings for you as much as he does for me. my "new blog". well i don't kow why or what or anything. i've opened a door and i have no idea what it's about or where it's going. how cool is that! steven
elisabeth - i've posted a couple of similar images here before. i really like crows and i'm not entirely sure why but i simply do. the music and the writing and the image - just about aloneness and feeling alright with that in that space between worlds where there's so much beauty. steven
hello weaver!!! it is so wonderful to see you out and about again. i'm relieved that you're well again and yet being sensible about your back. i am not surprised that you too love debussy - no not at all!!! steven
dan - that's exactly what i am thinking here. as we hove between worlds in so many forms and ways. it can change in less than an instant and so relish, treasure, savour, love the space you're in for all that it is!!! have a peaceful evening. steven
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