I believe in the way of love.
I follow my inner guidance
in the direction of my most
I believe in health and goodness and light.
I know forgiveness
and am liberated in this moment,
a spokesperson for possibility
in a mind at home with itself.
Thank you Life
for giving me this chance
Thank you for guiding me
to reach my fullest potential
for the benefit of all beings,
On my cushion this morning,
I reached my arms up to the sky
as if some being,
some divine parent,
would swoop down
and scoop me up.
I said, crying,
I’m ready to let go.
I’m ready to forgive.
I’m ready to move on,
I’m ready to heal.
Please help me.
Somebody must’ve been listening,
because this afternoon
I came across some TED Talks
on finding your life purpose.
I was inspired.
The tide turned.
I remembered who I was,
who I am,
and I felt a surge of great hope
for the woman I can be.
for the first time in forever,
I wanted to eat,
and I took pleasure in my food.
Taking my meal outside,
looking up at the great blue sky,
this life is full of possibility.
After my meal
I took out my journal and pen.
The twilight enfolded me
in its gentle embrace
as I wrote words of
praise and thanks
to the one who listened,
and the one who answered.
I wrote this poem yesterday.
Believe me, it’s true.
At least that’s what the date stamp says.
Actually, I’m writing this poem now.
Part of it is already written
and another part waits to be born.
Where is the self in this forest of personalities?
Which tree holds the door
to ultimate possibility?
What if I just didn’t write a poem today?
And I realized that even just that one question
is a poem.
Today’s prompt asks us to take one of the following statements and make it possible. I love stepping into the realm of infinite possibility! Here are the statements:
The sun can’t rise in the west.
A circle can’t have corners.
Pigs can’t fly.
The clock can’t strike thirteen.
The stars cannot rearrange themselves in the sky.
A mouse can’t eat an elephant.
Guess which one I’m choosing? It involves porcine creatures.
and pigs are tired of being turned into bacon.
They want to live, love, and be free,
just like the rest of us.
So they turn their piggy eyes heavenward and invoke
the Great Piggy in the Sky
Oh Divine Mother-Father Creator of all Porcines,
let us sprout wings that we and our offspring
might find the promised land,
free of these barbarians who kill us and eat us.
Their pleas do not fall on deaf ears;
the Great Piggy in the Sky
takes pity on all the little piggies on earth,
With a single thought in the mind
of the Infinite Creator,
the pigs grow wings and they fly off.
And that’s why, dear child,
BLTs are a thing of the past.
And then it hit me…
The reason I can’t see the path ahead
is because I’m creating a new one.
Let me trust the forces that brought me here.
Let me tap into the deep source of awareness.
Let me be willing to step into the unknown
and allow myself to blossom
in the vast, open field of infinite possibilities.
Doors opening to opportunities,
and my efforts blend in
with the wind, the rain,
and those who can help me.
I can’t tell anymore
where my thought ends
and reality begins.
What I see is a story in my mind.
Am I seeing rightly?
Let me go back to original thought,
and behind that,
the experience of awareness
prior to the self
that analyzed it.
Where am I
in all these layers of consciousness?