concentrated

Above it all the voice said be peaceful. Be still. They who move in front are moving too fast. They laugh too loud with open-mouthed, hacking spite, and slap each other’s back. Hard. There is congratulations and the slamming of pint glasses. With evening sunlit posturing, each gaining more volume than the last. And above it all the voice said be patient. Have faith. Those who select that path speed toward a destiny. They sit in shiny cars and buy vast desks for home offices. Sending emails and scoring points. Playing chess with lives. And above it all the voice said be strong. Be hopeful. Those around you are small and breathe stagnant air. It scours their lungs. And burns hearts. The dimness of their souls makes them fearful. And fall over in the dark. Hesitate at borders. And above it all the voice said be learned. Be aware. For those who speak of knowledge have not yet earned wisdom. They have glanced at life. Limited by their disconnected disinterest. Though maintain their righteous opinion. ¬†And above it all the voice said be true. Have dignity. For others look to destroy, using falseness for favour. Raising complex lies with their vast empty confusion. It has a pungency. Clings to dishonour. The acrid smell of low worth. And above it all the voice said be ready. Be free. For it is in stillness you will know the faith in your heart and it shall fill with a nurtured hope. Your journey gifts you the awareness and dignity to know your goodness.

sharp as lemon

Sometimes, do you ever catch yourself breathing in and it feels like someone else’s lungs filling? Like, for a moment in time, you’re slowly, consciously, drawing in the air that sustains another life. A life that feels familiar. It is strong and solid and full and satisfying. But it isn’t yours, and you know you are only momentarily living it. It happens to me occasionally. More often recently. A message. A brief window opening up to show me something. Acknowledge an alternative, a parallel path. It’s never quite long enough to gasp, or adjust my eyes to look out into the view beyond… but for a few moments I feel the strength, the solidity, the fullness… breathe in the calmness and wisdom a good and satisfying life gifts. And while I am stirring in my fibres with the knowledge of possibilities, I also pulse with a very sure understanding that the next breath will be one taken in a life being half lived.