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Pure Joy, Total Freedom

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Just to be here,
to have this moment,
to see and realize what I have—
pure joy!
No need to defer happiness
when it is all right here.
To see how little I know,
to step into the mystery
and embrace not knowing—
total freedom!
I don’t have to ask Life
to give me certainty.
I can enjoy the uncertainty,
dive into the unknown,
revel in the limitless potential.
How awesome life is
when I let go of the illusion of control
and open my whole being
to this moment!

NaPoWriMo Day 28: A Skeltonic Poem About Freedom and Joy

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I wish there were a way
to open my heart and sway
letting go of all dismay,
body breathing I pray,
arms reaching for the sun,
dancing until I’m done.
Is this dance just for one?
No, it has just begun.
There will be others:
fathers,  brothers,
sisters, mothers.
Everyone in this world
will follow where others have twirled
like trees with leaves unfurled,
experiencing the ecstasy
of breathing utterly free
blessing the union of you and me,
and everybody, everybody, everybody.

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If you have been following my blog, you know that most of my poems have no rhyme schemes at all…they are mostly free verse poems following musing and rumination and in general wanting to experience freedom from any creative constraint. Today, however, the NaPoWriMo prompt invited us to try out Skeltonic verse, and I took up the challenge. It’s good to step out of one’s comfort bubble every once in a while. Just on the other side of the bubble is our fullest potential, just waiting for us to reach it.

From Struggle to Integration

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It was a honeymoon.
With the marriage of
insight, the proper context
and the right timing
I experienced a moment
of freedom
from the pervasive inner negativity
to which I had become so accustomed.
I was so excited
about this newfound freedom
that I shared my story with everyone.
But what goes up,
must come down…
and my emotional system
pushed back hard,
not wanting to give up so easily
the ground it had gained
during its long reign.
Fortunately,
I have come to expect
this kind of systemic backlash
and so I wasn’t surprised
when the negativity
came flooding back today.
I’m working hard to wake up
and to stay awake…
and I’m learning to reframe
my experiences
so that they flow
into the path
that leads to joy.
The honeymoon isn’t over…
This is just a lull,
a chance to see
if I really mean
to talk the talk
and walk the walk.
Now that I’ve experienced
the sweetness of union,
I can’t go back to the old way.
Thank you Teachers
for taking my hand
and keeping me on the path
as I move from inner struggle
to universal integration.

Innocent Creativity

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Creativity without a goal–
undefined
unrestrained
without pressure
without judgment
without hesitation
without expectation…
the freedom of this.
To be a child again
able to easily tap into
this endless fount
of inspiration
without rumination.
Watching my daughter
I remember my own childhood
moments of creative bliss.
So grateful to have her here
reminding me
of what still can be
when I can get out of my way
and simply enjoy this day
of alive, innocent creativity.

Woman Without a Story

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Who is this woman
so energetic, happy,
laughing,
enjoying her connection with others?
Ah, yes!
It’s me
without my story.
I suddenly let go of the lie
that things are supposed
to be a certain way
and this moment opened up,
just as it is.
It was light,
refreshing,
spacious…
I could finally see
the beautiful faces around me,
and they were smiling too.
I like this woman without a story.
I should get to know her better.

Live in the Mystery

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Why decide how things should be?
Reality is always so much wiser and kinder
than my interpretation of it.
If I decide my future needs to look a certain way
and then I become attached to my own story,
I create my own personal hell.
What happens when the real future
doesn’t match with my imagined
version of it?
How about the amount of time I spend
trying to control everything and everyone
so that my future unfolds according
to my perfect, neurotic little plan?
What if I could trust a little more
and project a little less?
What if I could breathe more
and stress less?
Trying to assure a particular outcome
eventually takes a toll on me.
It requires too much energy.
I’d much rather live in the mystery.
This mind that doesn’t know
is so much more open, curious,
innocent and creative
than the control freak
who needs things a certain way.
Why decide how things should be?
I’d much rather live in the mystery.

Closer to Freedom

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Our rigid beliefs and expectations
form a prison around our minds,
a prison of our own making.
If we made it, we can knock it down.
But the door is open,
the key is in our hands.
It doesn’t have to be dramatic;
we don’t have to stage a demolition–
we can just stand up and leave.
And we don’t have to turn around
and analyze  it;
we can simply look forward
and with each step
move closer to our freedom.