freedom

chives

Freedom

Discomfort arises
and a wound opens.

The habit:
hold the disturbance tightly,
bury it deep inside
where it seems to disappear.

The invitation:
simply watch the distress,
with curiosity and care,
allowing the disquieting energy
to move through.

Freedom waits
on the other side
of pain released.

 

This poem was inspired by reading the untethered soul: the journey beyond yourself by Michael A. Singer. Many of the concepts in the book align with leadership concepts I’ve been living into since going through Radical Leadership almost 15 years ago. I sense  truth in what I am reading.

I am reminded that I am not my thoughts; I am the one who sees the flow of thoughts. Those thoughts are simply energy. I do not have to engage with the thoughts. I can simply let their energy move through me.

Of course, it takes practice to learn to let go of thoughts as they come. I’ve built a lifetime of habitual thoughts and there’s a part of me that gets caught up in drama – sometimes my thoughts are running me instead of the other way around. The delicious part of experimenting with letting thoughts move through is starting to notice the thoughts and energy arising.

 

* This selected this photo of chives blooming in my backyard because there is something open and free about their wild and delicate nature.

the gift of now

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the gift of now

rushing
to be where
we think
we should be
we miss
the opportunity
of the present

hurrying
to know
the future’s plans
we move
right past
the chance
to sense
this moment’s grace

moving
out of habit
we walk
without awareness
of the beautiful nuance
available in our current experience

slowing
to the gift
of now
we open
and feel
fully alive

 

This poem, similar to last week’s (a simple dream), evolved from noticing myself expecting that I should be doing something more or that I should be somewhere else. I find myself in a hurry to know what the future holds, as if the days will somehow be richer if I just know.

And then grace enters the room, I catch myself getting ahead, begin to wonder why I’m rushing, and find what it takes slow down. Once I stop the scurry, I can breathe into the present, with all it has to offer. I discover that I am exactly where I am supposed to be and there is enough time for life to unfold.

 

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* I took this photo in San Agustinillo, Mexico. This is Bailey (RIP) who, like so many dog friends, shows us the way to now.