April 09, 2022

01

We get up and do it again.

Enthusiasm for the task
flows from the way we view the task.

What did Sisyphus tell himself every day?

The trick is to not allow the day
and what we have to do in it
to divorce us/cut us off from ourselves.

It is the quality of our relationship
with ourselves
that keeps us in the flow of our life
regardless of the nature of the flow
at any point.

At one with ourselves--
with our original nature
and the virtues/genius/daemon/shtick
that are ours from the start--
enables us to meet the day
looking for the adventure
tucked away in the most unapparent places.

We have our own reasons for meeting the day!
There we find exactly what we need
to bring us forth some more again!

Our virtues/etc. are latent within,
and depend upon our external circumstances
to call them out and develop them 
to their full potential.

We are not here to drink beer on the beach,
or to fritter away our time 
with whatever our favorite pastime has to offer.
Our stuff needs a context to shine--
and we can't tell what that is
until we step into something that demands
what we have to give,
even though we might not know we have it
until we see ourselves in action,
wondering where this came from. 

We meet ourselves in what greets us
when we get out of bed.
Every day is an opportunity to discover
more than we knew yesterday.

We are the adventure we seek,
and we carry ourselves with us
wherever we go!

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02

It is important to have something
that keeps you going.
Everybody has enough of it 
sooner or later,
and passes without a whimper
into that good night.

Everybody dies in their own time--
except for the people who die before their time.
Who die in mid-stride,
with cookies in the oven 
and crumbs on the plate,
doing what needs to be done
with a long string of things 
that need just what they have to offer
stretching out in front of them forever
(Though even they would eventualy
have enough of it
and let what's going go).

We all should be able to live to the point
of letting it go when it is time to go,
and not be forced to live beyond that point.

Jesus and Socrates,
like so many others,
died before their time 
and we all were robbed 
of what might have been our future
with their loss.

We all were robbed of the life
we might have had
because theirs were cut short.

School shooters
and mass murderers,
drunk drivers
and airplane crashes--
or wars coming along
and plagues and pandemics, etc--
wreck the world without ceasing.

We could be excused for grieving
every day
the loss of the day that might have been
with those who aren't there
because they died out of time.

We all stand at the Wailing Wall of History,
bereft and abandoned by the mindless meandering
of time and chance that "happen to us all."

And step into our lives each day,
"anyway, nevertheless, even so,"
to make what we can of it,
to do what we can with it,
in the time that is ours to live
to serve and share the virtues/gifts/daemon/genius
that are ours to express and exhibit
while we still can,
as long as we are able.

May we not quit until we are done!
Around the world!
For always and ever!
Amen! May it be so!

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