#MicroPoetry|April ’17 Reflections

In this A Deacon’s Musing #Verse, I was trying to shape the #MicroPoetry in an exploration of the paradox between such a powerful emotion as rage and the grounding that arises with wisdom in the form of spiritual awakening, self-care and being compassion. In one way, it seems like a poetic way to explore the tension as almost texture-like.
What do you think?

Previously, I had an opportunity to work and share the great work of Ms. Representation. Since then, I have remained very conscious of how consumerism shapes how we see ourselves. Often, that is not very well. This A Deacon’s Musing #MicroPoetry attempts to highlight that we are all meant to shine. This #Verse tries to explore how that happens in community and not through product acquisition or branding.
What grabs your attention?

The image of shackles carries a difficult and powerful message in respect to conversations about justice and liberation. For those with privilege, the word can paralyse and for those without, it can enrage. In this A Deacon’s Musing #MicroPoetry, I was trying to explore how the word might unite us to consider that together mutual freedom can be realised. Not an easy task, indeed, but one I hope this #Verse poetically explores.

I find using the words shadows very helpful in this time of change in which some see crisis and potential. Some view the two – crisis & potential – as coexisting at the same time, while others consider them more as either/or. This A Deacon’s Musing #MicroPoetry attempts to express this as both/and, where the potential arises as humility and compassion help navigate change.

It is always a helpful reminder that where be place our attention is that which we will see. If a narrative of fear or deficit is dominant, that is what will shape our perception. If possibility and hope is the lens, then more of the same will come into focus. This is not to deny tears and grief, laughter and joy, but it reminds me of the power of intention. Hopefully this A Deacon’s Musing #MicroPoetry imparts some of that.

I imagine a sky that is clear and frozen in a robin’s egg blue prairie sky. Then suddenly, a wind arises and the blossoms of an apple tree explode: what was once ‘empty’s space is now completely filled to the point where it is dizzying to watch the blossoms abundantly dance! This A Deacon’s Musing #MicroPoetry attempts to capture that image as a metaphor for radical generosity.

In a constant narrative of being too little, not enough, unable and incapable, what would it look like if we celebrated the purity within?
What if we joyfully endeavoured to recognise the blessing each of us carries?
What if we looked to how we collectively contain the potential to change the world?
This A Deacon’s Musing #MicroPoetry hopefully muses about that in this #Verse