Maybe right now it's just not accompanying me,
the sometimes sweet inner voice of enjoyment,
comfort and equanimity.
I can hang without.
For a bit.
Hoping to reconsider, over and over again,
how we've lost our way before, how we bend and sway.
Forthright, always within and surrounding.
On "daylight savings" day, it was nika-savings - I was sideswiped. As a gift, I survived. Many today died.* But I survived.
Was hit. Car door dented. Nerves shot.
Shock, and instant lessons.
Later that evening, breathing the air, reading poems, walking a dog, tea with a friend, correspondences, dreams and ideas, smells and sensations. Bliss it is, to be alive.
Love for a man. Faith. Torment. Sweet song. Idle longing. Change of perspective. Change of angle.
sideswiped | change | so very deeply grateful | to be alive
*by "many today died" I meant it as generally, in the world, that is. not just by car accident or impact or sideswipe. But I was sideswiped. Vulnerable and stupid outside the car door on a narrow street. Reaching for a bag from the back seat. I could've been crushed. But I'm still here. So grateful.
Recharged. Emotionally a bit bruised but getting over it.
The day had been a Runyon Canyon yoga morning followed by a short hike and ocean at Topanga Beach and talking with and writing to dear friends.
So very deeply grateful to be alive.
The vulnerability of this human flesh is intoxicating.
I'm dizzy just thinking of the split second.
The loudness and scratching.
A gift. A lesson.
I'm still here.
"Our world is in crisis because of the absence of consciousness. And so to whatever degree any one of us, can bring back a small piece of the picture and contribute it to the building of the new paradigm, then we participate in the redemption of the human spirit, and that after all is what it's really all about."
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