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More Than A Mudge Puddle March 6, 2013

Posted by nrhatch in Art & Photography, Life Balance, Poetry.
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vanarsdel7The search for self is riddled with false starts.

If not for memory’s usefulness as a yardstick for how far we’ve come, we might do better to greet each day with a clean slate, forgoing the cloudy backwards glance at all that has come before.

Without judgments framed in past reference and future promise, we would embrace the Here and the Now and remain fully in the flow of life.

We would shed our loyalty to consistency and abandon ritual sameness.

We would reach for our heart’s desire without concern about rocking the boat or capsizing.

We would see glimmers of self, shining like gold, not so far below the surface as we thought.

We would wash off the mud clinging to our countenance without worry that no more than a mudge puddle will remain.

We know that we are more than that.

vanarsdel8Any thought contrary to “what is” is energy expended without hope of a reasonable return.

Let us stop battling with imaginings.

That which exists outside the Here and Now does not exist.

We need only deal with the day.

Fear and pain and bewilderment abound and still the moon passes across the sky as birds sing and daffodils bloom and spring returns to warm winter’s soil.

Even in the midst of looming disaster, the sun rises on a new day.

So too will we shine.

Aah . . . that’s better!

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Artwork by Maitte Van Arsdel ~ available at Island Gallery West.