#MicroPoetry|September ’17 Reflections

I have and do find the work of intention very important. Without the inner work or spiritual practice to unearth why we do something, we become beholden to patterns that limit us. I think this is only further exacerbated by living in a culture that often encourages us to be defined by what we buy and what we have. This A Deacon’s Musing, therefore, attempts to navigate that tension with a hope that appreciation might be a balance …

When you close your eyes …
When you listen to the silence …
When you awaken to who you …
we …
are …
I love the metaphor of imagining that each of us is composed of stardust. That metaphor helps imaging that this is one way in which the Universe is alive. If so, what might it mean if we are children of Light?
This A Deacon’s Musing attempts to explore that in #140Characters …
What do you think?

Often dreams are shared as an individual pursuit. I would suggest dreaming is an artful act that, when done collectively, reveals that the only limitation is our shared imagination. When we begin to dream dreams, I have experienced that truly remarkable things change what is into something stunning. This A Deacon’s Musing #MicroPoetry attempts to capture that with the imagery of movement, dance and song.
When have you shared dreams with others that changed what is into something inspiring?

Light is a funny thing. It exists and displays multiple physical properties that seem to be a paradox. Yet that paradox seems to be constant and perpetual. As such, I like to imagine it as an unconditional promise. If this central aspect of the physical world models this, then what might that mean about love? This A Deacon’s Musing #MicroPoetry plays with light and love as dancing synonymously.

Forgiveness too often is watered down or even used to re-victimise those who have been harmed. What if, it was less about the perpetrator who has caused harm, but those who have been hurt finding ways to heal and model resilience’s wisdom? This A Deacon’s Musing #MicroPoetry tries to gently navigate that possibility.

I like the image of choices being akin to seeds sown in the soil we turn. There is something, for me, that allows for a recognition that choices are tangible and embodied reality. Ultimately, it acknowledges that our choices have consequences when we take them seriously. In that metaphor, I was also drawn to the idea that love always whispers when a choice, whether seemingly small or big, is made. This A Deacon’s Musing attempts to draw that together in this #MicroPoetry #Verse.

What lies within you? From where do you draw your resolve to not just strive, but thrive? When does hope embolden you to do more than you thought you initially could?
This ADM #MicroPoetry #Verse endeavours to remind us that we are more than enough and possess the potential to do what we imagine, regardless of spells woven or technology employed.

Today’s A Deacon’s Musing #MicroPoetry is born from a story a friend shared during a conversation they had while dumpster diving. In that story, a new friend commented on the gift that was shared when someone observed that generosity reveals not us and them, but us and we. This #Verse attempts to honour that story …

I completely appreciate imagining what lies beyond this “mortal coil.” I also think that – sometimes – the hereafter becomes a distraction about what we do in our living. It can obscure the good to which we might contribute and the harm that we might be causing. I suspect that a balance is required and this A Deacon’s Musing #MicoPoetry engages in exploring that tension in this #Verse.

I have always appreciated the power of a guided mediation that brings me closer to myself and – in that place of paradox – more aware of the larger Whole. This A Deacon’s Musing #MicroPoetry attempts to create a poetic invitation to experience that sense of grounded that can occur in such a practice.