Tick tock.
A sound in my mind
as I think about
how fast
The minutes whirr.
But there is no more
Tick tock.
Time silently moves.
A series of lines
blend from one number
to the next.
Traveling
through the gaps
of work and play
and sleep.
Quicker each day.
Shimmering, glimmering, twinkling cool
Cool liquid
Warm light
Lighting, shining, brightly kind.
Fluid, flowing, finding crooks.
Crooks and cracks
Nooks and fracks
Filling, feeding, spatial treads.
Water, light, serene joy
Watching quiet
Hearing sight
Peaceful, hopeful, whispers.
I adhere to the concept that everything happens for a reason. I am unconvinced that things just happen randomly. This idea not only explains that I do not know everything, but it also grants me peace in circumstances beyond my control. I consider this to be a life motto.
Do you have a life motto? How does it guide your life?
For example, I do not have a lot of stress in my life because I know that whatever is happening is part of a greater scheme than I can see, so I just do what I can in the midst of the chaos of the moment.
The old adage comes into play here – If a tree falls in the forest does it make a sound if no one hears it. If I don’t know what the purpose of the situation does it render it less relevant? For me, as the adage, the sound happens whether I hear it or not. The situation’s purpose happens whether I know it or not, whether its resolution affects me or not.
This can certainly be frustrating if I let it, but what’s the point in that?
I embrace the zen of peace in all circumstances.
Let the events unfold.
Assess the situation.
Question, what can I do?
Do, what I can.
Then, let the world evolve as it is destined to do.
Today, this is increasingly difficult, as we are presented with so many unknowns that have serious ramifications in a global arena. Covid 19 spread, global warming, political and civil unrest. It seems as though everything is crashing down around us, and we do not see a crack in the walls that are stretching further up and out.
What’s the purpose of all this unrest? What’s the end-game?
When I focus on the outcome, I find conflict with the ‘zenattude’ that I have cultivated, and worry sets in. This inner chaos sets my Type A tendencies into overdrive, and I set about positioning the importance of my involvement.
I question this hamster wheel thinking, and circular, yet pointless activity. This brings me back to me.
If I have done what I can to do my part as my conscience compels, I am complete in my participation, and I can return to giving it back to its purpose and rediscover the balm.
I choose peace over pointless productivity.
Spilling Marbles 