There is so much to take in, to sift through, to contemplate, to appreciate in every passing hour that I have to stop every now and then and let my mind catch up.
Sometimes, I just have to go in a room by myself and sit in my favorite chair and close my eyes and be quiet. Just breathe. Just be still and breathe. Slow. Still. Silent.
In that silence, I let go of taking in and sifting through and contemplating and appreciating. I sit still, instead, and just watch for the Divine at play.
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Divinity
What is more divine
Than a child at play?
Playfulness helps
Keep us all divine.
With a vagina stick
Turned upside down
What can’t we divine
Searching for water,
That source of all life,
That heaven on earth!
What can’t we divine?
Here’s what –
Why we can’t come back,
Except in imagination,
Imagining God,
Imagining life after death,
Imagining we can somehow
Rescue those whom we love.
[Disposable Poem September 17, 2009]
Dr. Mike
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