dailydatewithgod

When we find ourselves at a loss
Not sure what to think
Do we go and look for a boss
Or freeze like a sphinx

Why does it seem so hard
an actually easier to disregard
as though we might end up charred
because we attempted to enlarge
and explore like Picard

Do we notice the perception
we hold of our unanswered questions?
Are we left feeling less than
just because we dare step outside the clan

Groupthink also known as less think
for ourselves
prohibits standing on the brink
of our chance to step into new realms

Do we fear the overwhelm
of others seeing us differently
and impede our chance to excel
by growing consistently

It makes some sense
given the contents
of our evolutionary defense
against not ending up belonging only via correspondence

Searching and discovering
leaves us wondering
if everything
we have been learning
is still relevant

Yet questions
still beckon
and implore us to consider for a second
what might come from looking in a new direction

The heartbeats faster
as our minds seek in matter
on how to factor
how we could live as an adaptor

Maybe it does not have to be one or the other
Still honoring the ideas of our mother
we make room for the curious flutter
that comes from meeting the ideas of another

Somewhere in the mix
there might be some tricks
a chance to step away from the cliques
and begin to depict
what it means to intermix
with others who also investigate this

whatever this is
is
on your ship

It’s hard to imagine
what life would be like
if we were stuck on a wagon
riding the road of no end in sight.

Good thing it’s not 1883
and heading to the pacific sea

A haunting tale
my mind train on one track
I can thank Taylor Sheridan for that

Roping me in
again and again
with the haunting music
that won’t unstick

So far from my kind of life
yet recognizing the strife
knowing what it means to fight
just to allow my spirit to fly

Her story is not mine
though a kindred spirit outside of time
searching and grasping just to define
the essence of what it means to be alive

The content is different
the process, same
being deliberate
about finding her way

Through the inner cave
of a heart broken open
choosing to proclaim
I AM not broken

Removing any blame
and declare I have awoken

The power of what is true within me
will overcome what has beseeched me

I am a locomotion
erasing any corrosion
creating an explosion
of multifaceted emotions

Returning to the conclusion
though life is full of illusions
I can speak with perfect elocution

There is no brokenness here
despite the cloudy atmosphere
the truth is perfectly clear

I AM WHOLE

Does it ever feel like we are just bumbling around
never quite finding our way?
Like we got dropped into a universe without a sense of ground
or how to find a place to stay

I’ve heard some say
we are foreigners here
and meant to feel led astray
prompting us to dive beneath the veneer
to seek our own way
and learn to persevere
amidst the fray
learning to commandeer
how only we can portray
what it means to be okay
despite what others say

To stop looking to others
as if they have the answers
to the common mutters
laying in our hearts like ransom

Begging to be negotiated
by one willing to learn the rhythm
of what makes it satiated
so it can operate outside the prism
of our minds’ confines
based solely on the known defined
and step into the wisdom
of our heart’s trust in the undefined
one momentous breath at a time

Is it prideful
to be delightful
amidst all the stifle
and so many clinging for mere survival?

Or is better to spiral
and rifle
through the eyeful
of tragic nightfall
appearing as the fateful
arrival
of awareness of our denial?

How long can we be idle
pretending it’s not somewhat suicidal
to bar ourselves from seeing the grateful
and stay souped in the direful?

If we attempt to be mindful
we awaken to the revival
of what it means to be thoughtful
conjuring up a vial
with reasons to be hopeful

A moment’s reprieve
from the idyl feed
where the mind misleads
is all we need

In order to proceed
we just need
to deeply
breathe

To enable creativity
there needs to be some fluidity
to our thinking

To begin embracing
and facing
the collective radioactivity
of negativity
we must let go of our proclivity
to forget our capacity
for adaptability

The reality of our flexibility
flies in the face of
the supposed susceptibility
of believing we are below or above
those who share the responsibility
for creating our collective reality

All our mentalities
stem from the practicality
of our similarity
Far more than the brutality
of our plurality

Why must we choose
functionality over eccentricity?
When we can adapt the view
of both creating superconductivity

We need folks with the audacity
To step outside the collectivity
Daring to encompass probabilities
that all ideas may have feasibility

This is the reality
of creativity
embracing the utility
of our inborn curiosity

I am thinking
yes, wondering
Will you join me
in sipping this tea?

It can be hard to keep the momentum
when you forget them
Have I mentioned
I need a referendum?

Relying on a movement
to create enrolment
Like thinking the deponent
is the solely needed component
to win a court case

Seems like such a waste
Thinking things must happen in haste
What happened to the nuance of debate
or stepping outside our mind’s constraints?
and find a place
where we are not encased
solely by what is already embraced

So busy trying to win the race
and keep up the pace.
What happens when we stop to face . . .
the music

Even if it’s acoustic
will we hear the voice of the muses?
Or do we seek to win or lose
based on others’ reviews?

Apparently in the end
when breath has met its edge
there’ll be no one there who can contend
or even allege

We are on our own then
not even a madeleine
or any goodbye cake
providing a way
for us to escape
our fate

We must be ready to make
the most of the day
if we intend to partake
in a different ballet
and stay awake
to what our heart wants our life to portray

Look past the words
Notice what you feel
outside the terms
more is revealed

Not trying to conceal
we can’t help but kneel
to the ease of the appeal
in black and white seems more real

Attending to the feel
feels surreal
or perhaps too genteel
not like words of steel

The allure of an anneal
sounds like a spiel
It’s just protective zeal
keeping us from fear

It feels like a reconstruction
to not follow the compulsion
and engage in feeling discussion
Just imagine the repercussions?

Words can lose their meaning
almost like we are dreaming

If we lean into believing
that feelings provide a fuller perceiving
Terms might seem fleeting
And we end up careening

Maybe its less about competing
and more about convening
the head’s worded thinking
with the heart’s vibrational musing

Providing a fuller way of being
An invitation to a deeper breathing
in and out revealing
all of life’s teachings

Amidst the immersion
I wonder which version
if life is an assertion
or merely a delusion

When is it time to seek an inversion
From the perceived subversion
inserting itself like a surgeon
making a perfect insertion?

How long do we live the sermon
of overexertion
believing all we need is an excursion
to alleviate the burden
of constant thought intrusion?

Isn’t it part of the illusion?
A sort of perversion?
Believing all we need is a diversion
To remove feeling uncertain?

Perhaps the real version
comes from a private submersion
allowing for a burgeon
though it may feel like an incursion
to explore an authentic immersion
courageously awakening our heart’s conversion

Wonderings and experiments
Might create some incidents
Just make sure you don’t fence
yourself into a predicament

Unfortunately, we are not omnipotent
but do we try to be magnificent
Sometimes that causes to be an irritant
For those who pretend to be indifferent

We could strive to be legitimate
and search for an equivalent
But we might end up being a filament
getting stuck and becoming a virulent

And we don’t need more of those
Lord knows
We actually need more hope
somebody, please throw us a rope!

Magical and sparkly
capture our attention sharply
but so does broccoli
tasting tartly

It may be hard to part
from always trying to look smart
and instead, give a start
to something from the heart

No sense
or nonsense
learning to sense
the onset

of heartbeats
like a musical suite
increasing the peace
By using the old technique

of one deep breath
going past just our chest
calling us with stealth
back to our health

It’s very sublime
we don’t think we have the time
to pause and wait for the divine
reminding us how we shine
when we choose to stay aligned
one moment at a time

Funny thing about imagination
It is not like an equation
Or a recipe
for how to make potpourri

Curiosity seems to be the key
whether trying to create
or meditate
Impacted by whether we
believe it to truly be

If it comes from our imagination
all things are subject to speculation
or perhaps that is the orientation
by which the mind argues for devaluation

When imagination sways
from the absurd to the profane
who gets to say
which way
is the way

Maybe we need a little absurd
in order to be heard
To remain undeterred
when imagination is submerged

So busy going with the herd
and bowing only to what is affirmed
We can lose sight of what can emerge
when we imagine what can be learned

It may mean being wrong
according to those who go along
but they are the ones who withdraw
when someone new throws a ball
and asks us to explore
and open again the door
to step closer to the shore
in fact, they implore:
Please! we must restore

our veneration
for imagination