I'll be with you in a moment

We don't give ourselves

enough credit

for adapting

but praise our 

Evolution

as the golden thumb.

There is a sweet spot-

contentment that tastes like

honey 

when we master

something that was once

difficult.

Habit tastes more like salt. 

It feels good after sweating,

It feels awful when we are bloated.

Choices make us,

luck chooses who and when. 

Accounting is great when 

all of your checks 

balance.

Art should make us feel

there is no right answer.

Sometimes we feel deeply spiritual-

other times we know we are truly animal.

Yet

everybody knows

everything changes.

And after all the full moons

maybe learning to not scratch

every itch

is Joy deserved instead of 

Pleasure served. -

Artwork by Thomas Hovenden (1840-1895) 'Still life with roses and fan', CC0, via Wikimedia Commons in Public Domain. 

Gilt not guilt

Failure is all the rage

these days.

I have been practicing, and I understand

the rage.

Someone said that melancholy

is tragedy handled well. 

breaking out of your comfort zone

Is the key to freedom from 

the cottage of contentment.

too small for you but everything 

you think you need, 

within arms reach.

How do you know

what you need- Now

Meditate, 

we are advised- Let it go

as if commitment was the culprit.

Break habits, make space and then

Kintsugi.

Same thing as working with what we have. 

Is that the work

that pays 

nothing but costs everything?

Expectations interfere,

and fear is expected.

For the winners-

overcome and overflowing; All

the times we cannot hold onto,

the memories we cannot release

and the future that refuses to arrive.

Setbacks and leg ups, 

there was always more to gain by loss.

Painting by Nikolai Yaroshenko, 'Portrait of a woman' c. 1893 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.

Exhibiting

Funny thing is
like love,
and other sudden
appearances

One is easily taken up
with the obvious Now
and yet indescribable
Then
and
That

feeling of
reconciliation
along with a benevolent
contentment
arisen
impromptu

That is
the feeling
in the right place
at the right time
to see
differently

As in the gallery
where windows were mirrors
and so the first
reflection where I recognized
myself

captured and mute
yet framed this way,
in the best light
there was Time.



Image credited by BurgererSF [CC0], from Wikimedia Commons.