“The secret of happiness, you see, is not found in seeking more, but in developing the capacity to enjoy less.” Socrates
Are you not in the least curious
even a tiny bit?
That there is another way instead
of this long fall into deep forgetfulness
to a prison not made of stone,
imprisoned, within our selves
where the memory of other lives
is eclipsed by the drama
of shame, of wanting, of striving,
over the simplicity of
bread, shirt, and roof,
wherein lies the escape.
“Transformation literally means going beyond your form.” Wayne Dyer
No Longer Serves Us
Profound mysteries don’t always come
in those cliched places of illusion,
domesticated by expectations
and such finite things until,
like Pavlov’s dogs we hesitate,
tired of salivating for finitude,
glimpsing a painful revelation,
that the place where we are
no longer serves us,
throwing us into ambiguity
Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about the colour red.
“If you accept the expectations of others, especially negative ones, then you will never change the outcome.” Michael Jordan
She wasn’t sure why
red had always unsettled her
in ways she couldn’t quite speak,
though she knew an answer
lurked deep within,
she put the book down
and occupied the window,
trying to locate her feelings
which the red line had evoked,
a teacherly line,
a smallness crept in,
she felt it in her skin,
exposed to the world again.
A bird lighted on the sill,
she left red
for another day.
Mish at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) on the subject of peel.
“We are all engaged in the task of peeling off the false selves, the programmed selves, the selves created by our families, our culture, our religions.” Anais Nin
A Peel To Life
Thin, worn metal strikes at flesh
seeking linear planes,
a redemption of flawed living,
smoothing the blemishes of
disappointment, the scratches
of indulgence so neatly scored,
circumcising the fibre of experience
for the juice of possibility,
sacrificial peeling to the
gods of new life.