#MicroPoetry|May ’17 Reflections

I have always liked numbers … and like many who do, or such has been my experience, Pi is a fascinating number. One that has inspired genius and conversations about eternity. In the Christian context, especially the mystical, this can be embraced by the metaphor of Holy Mystery. I was musing about this and this A Deacon’s Musing #MicroPoetry began to take shape. If Pi is infinite and each one of us is one digit in that never-ending string of perfect numbers, what might awaken in us if we took that seriously?

The idea of “self-surrender” connects with many spiritual practices that echoes in various faith systems. I think the potential of liberation is limited when we become ‘attached’ to ‘things.’ These attachments act to distract us from our ‘true self’ to which self-surrender invites us to journey. This A Deacon’s Musing #MicroPoetry attempts to capture that invitation in this Verse.
What do you think?

Often our own stuff gets in the way of fully realising that collectively we are often only limited by our imagination. That thought led me to also realise that together the concerns of justice and care for one another clearly becomes a burden light when “I” becomes “We.” This A Deacon’s Musing #MicroPoetry attempts to thread the I into We in this #Verse …
How have you experienced the power of being part of a community?

One of the age-old intentions of life – according to mystics and poets – is the journey toward transcendence. That place in which the fragility of the ego is released. It is believed, that in the moment of ‘letting go,’ our interconnexions become more apparent in which all things are bound together. Often the ‘awakening’ begins by seeing that the I-You-We divide is artificial. This A Deacon’s Musing #MicroPoetry attempts to share that possibility in this particular #Verse.
#ShineOn

“There’s a twinkle in your eye.”
I have always marvelled at people for whom the beauty within is clearly evident in their very being. The way they laugh, perhaps smile, and engage in the world that is grounded in a serenity, even in the midst of life’s unfolding, is humbling. This A Deacon’s Musing #MicroPoetry #Verse attempts to not only capture that, but hopefully remind us all that committing to finding that groundedness in ourselves is indeed a worthy endeavour upon which to set.

Our attention is in constant tension with our intention. More specifically, there are so many distractions from what some call the “silent whisper” that connects us to one another that it is easy to feel disconnected from oneself, need alone others. This ‘centring’ A Deacon’s Musing #MicroPoetry attempts to capture in a meditative moment/mantra through a #Verse.

That we are living in a time and story of fear – sadly – seems self-evident. How we choose to respond to that, however, remains the single most powerful way to resist the trajectory to binaries such ‘us’ and ‘them.’ Music often seems to be one of those universal and historic ways such resistance has often been lived out. This A Deacon’s Musing #Verse, therefore, attempts to capture harmony’s promise in #MicroPoetry

The colour of the glass bottles often strikes me as both playful and complementary. The way the shapes seemed to merge and support one another also caught my attention. That got me to musing about how three coloured bottles might speak to the spiritual journey in three ways:

i) being present;
ii) being aware of our intentions; &
iii) the way our habits sometimes end up distracting our awareness.

This A Deacon’s Musing, therefore, attempts to capture that musing in this #MicroPoetry #Verse …