Memory Lane
Turn the page and feel again
Read the words and wonder
What was it that happened that day
To make me feel the way captured in writing
I take this stroll
With a mind open to expectations
Tuesday, May 7, 2019
A New Day's Choice
A New Day's Choice
Make the world a better place
By choice
Do more than survive
By choice
Be more than alive
By choice
Cast down your fear, violence, spite, and hatred
By choice
Take care of your ability to choose
Treat this ability as the powerful gift it is
Live this new day
By choice
Make the world a better place
By choice
Do more than survive
By choice
Be more than alive
By choice
Cast down your fear, violence, spite, and hatred
By choice
Take care of your ability to choose
Treat this ability as the powerful gift it is
Live this new day
By choice
Measured by Choice
Measured by Choice
I was not born in self-deprecation
I trained in the words
I use to hurt myself
I was not born in naivety
I was simply born
In the blessing that is being born
To be of pure existence
Coming from nothing more than presence
To be and only be for the sake of only being
I was not born in hatred
I was not born in spite
I was not born in violence
I was not born in fear
I was taught these things
Living life for the sake of survival
Survival is of instinct
And yet remains a part of the most civilized
The most consistently controlled
We survive
I believe
To get back
To when our survival
Did not count
On the end of others
A life of choices made
A life of choices weighed
Against our measure from birth
I was not born measured
I grew into my measurement
And continue to grow through choices
I was not born in self-deprecation
I trained in the words
I use to hurt myself
I was not born in naivety
I was simply born
In the blessing that is being born
To be of pure existence
Coming from nothing more than presence
To be and only be for the sake of only being
I was not born in hatred
I was not born in spite
I was not born in violence
I was not born in fear
I was taught these things
Living life for the sake of survival
Survival is of instinct
And yet remains a part of the most civilized
The most consistently controlled
We survive
I believe
To get back
To when our survival
Did not count
On the end of others
A life of choices made
A life of choices weighed
Against our measure from birth
I was not born measured
I grew into my measurement
And continue to grow through choices
Imperfectly Perfect Potential
Imperfectly Perfect Potential
When in your shrouded doubt
Look in me
For the light imperfect
For perfection
Cannot be you
Cannot be me
Cannot be anyone
Without perfection
We are free
Free to fall
Free to rise
Free to doubt
And free to believe
To believe
In ourselves
And in our futures unknown
Look to the lack of certainty
As the invitation to live
When in your shrouded doubt
Look in me
For the light imperfect
For perfection
Cannot be you
Cannot be me
Cannot be anyone
Without perfection
We are free
Free to fall
Free to rise
Free to doubt
And free to believe
To believe
In ourselves
And in our futures unknown
Look to the lack of certainty
As the invitation to live
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