Version 1.2; June 9, 2010
© 2010 Howard McQueen
We are life,
living at the thresholds,
right in the seams of the mystery.
What we imagine, we experience.
What is real, we often skip over.
Held within the personal me
are the clenchings,
the trapped disturbances,
that we form the
tissue-of-self to surround.
We are children of life,
thinking we are seeking
some mastery,
some way to escape what we’ve trapped,
so often feeling and acting,
as if completely surrounded by our clenchings.
Open up, all the way up.
Allow what is the personal of you
to be completely,
and utterly,
over-exposed.
This is our practice - again and yet again,
till time itself seems to fall apart. .
Do this for your life,
for all of life - now,
while the spark and courage
will serve as kindle,
will readily ignite.
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