Everyman's Journal 2011, #39

© 2011 Rev. David Seacord

Feb. 26

It would be nice if you thought this was 'Poetry'.

Deep under the posturing

in the game of being 'somebody'

lies a much quieter

reality.

It sustains my 'somebody-ness'

when that game is going on,

but what i love most about it

is that it waits so well.

How can it be....

This ultimate patience demonstration?....

It must be
that it is

truly empty

of anyone's

need.

Do you ever wonder about this too?

How being empty is really being full....

but being 'full' is often

'anything but' being empty.

I am learning that I am

not required to

understand all this.

I only 'need' to love myself enough to wait.

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The things that go into my mouth...

The things that I chew....

They are like the things

that go into my head....

or the ideas that I gnaw on.

I am glad that there are

'still times'....

when I don't chew anything...

when I don't gnaw anything either.

It's in these times that there is no time.

It's in these times that I am most ____________. (unlimited).

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Enough is

for

today

as

not enough is

unreal.

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By being present to myself

I find

that my emptiness

is impossible.

:-)

It is g...d to be certain of something.

:-)
One or two, no difference.

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