I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Friday, August 3, 2018
the bottom of the cup
“He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and
found a dead beetle at the bottom.”
P.G.
Wodehouse
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What do we carry in our souls
Hate, greed?
Lust?
Compassion?
Hope?
Fear?
Anger?
Love?
We are burdened souls
Weighted down
Lifted up
And whatever is in there
Deep in our souls
At the central place
Where we are who we are….
Is etched in our face
Revealed in our bodies
There is a reason I look the way I do (tired and
overwhelmed)
There is a reason Trump looks the way he looks
And you look the way you look
Whatever is happening
Oozes out through our eyes
Our mouth
Our chin
So look at that person in the mirror
What does your face reveal about you
The truth is out there
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