As I stood on the shore I looked out at the horizon, cognizant of the chilled air that was being warmed in my lungs and exhaled back into the world.
That my standing here was a metaphor of sorts.
My looking out at the horizon, past where I stood at the water’s edge.
Stood something I could see, but it was seemingly…
Out of reach … But, this short-sighted observation only tells half of the story.
Why should I limit myself to constructing barriers to what can’t be done, versus finding ways to traverse those barriers?
The memory is short and it allows me to forget my triumphs, when my slipping into the icy depths of defeat were but a formality.
But, I found stepping stones when others saw an impasse.
Why should comfort be taken in the penitentiary of “can’t” when “shall, can and will” have more upside?
Sometimes being still and drifting away from that which you feel compelled to find a solution for is the answer.
I’ve realized that “looking” for “it” has not paid dividends.
It is my contention via the humble act of paying attention or the conscious state of “Being Still” that patience will enable that hard sought clarity to come into our respective orbits.
I sat here, shivering slightly, knowing that I discovered something that hadn’t been eluding me, but something that I had run from, willingly.
Now, I need for it to catch up and wait I shall.
As I walk I try to do the impossible and make sense of it all.
I apologize if all my prayers sound the same.
But, make it plain to me…
Guide my path …
Straighten the crooked; make the narrow paths wide.
Remove the obstacles from it, so that I can move with dexterity and chart my course with clarity.
Make it plain to me…
I pray that my eyes will not deceive me and if they do, I will defer to my heart and the love that you have freely given.
That unfettered love which consistently flows like the current of an untamed river.
Make it plain to me…
This is going to be one of the shortest pieces that I’ve written, as it is just a simple observation.
It is the sad realization that people seem to be more in tune with Reality TV history versus World, American history and the like as it is these pivotal issues that truly impact us.
And we have the audacity to scratch our heads in befuddlement. When many look up to the empty headed characters on our television screens instead of the giants of history.
I love silence …
As… The ingredients
give birth to
And it to purpose
in turn giving birth to action…
which yields an eternal measure of satisfaction …
Are abundant … But quality trumps quantity.
Comprise, compliment, buttress …. Empower.
And serve as a fortress.
From those obstacles that would otherwise separate one from what lies on the horizon…
Life is littered with disappointments …
But it is the disappointments that serve as the marinade
To what could otherwise be a bland, tasteless existence
For it is an essential ingredient of life
That sinking feeling of disappointment, the suspense leading to the culmination …
should, could and would have’s
are the perfect companion to the gloom and morose
How could one truly appreciate
how it contrasts with the euphoric feeling …
Me happy on a cliff in Hawaii
The realization of success
links to the
acquisition of our respective conquests.