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Showing posts with label Aim. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Aim. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Exposed


My face is exposed
My true face cut in marble
Hammer and chisel

My spirit is loose
Cut to pieces by the wind
I am shivering

The sacred descends
Free from linearity
And the hand of time

In this still moment
I watch the maelstrom approach
Green with jealousy

Thunder and lightning
Children wander without aim
Like small hungry ghosts

Dreams drawn taught, and notched
Strings of tension holding them
Like poisoned arrows

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

New Year’s Day 2019 - A Holiday Reflection


A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

Today is a day of beginnings.

A beginning is the time for taking the most delicate care that the balances are correct, the Princess Irulan said, in her biography of Muad’Dib

A small miscalculation at the outset, a subtle deviation from the plan will cause you to miss your mark by a wide margin, it may cause you to never reach your end, or to end in a place you never intended to be.

Great care must be taken at the beginning.

Be mindful of your aim.

Today it is a day of resolutions.

Doing is being, is what Ray Bradbury said:

To have done is not enough.
You cannot lie about, and lie about the things you might just do someday.
But do, and win the game.

Great things are accomplished (and by great I mean great on any scale; socially, professionally, personally, spiritually, privately), arrived at, built, discovered, in a series of small, regular and consistent steps.

With the steady application of effort, we can learn to do, and do just about anything.

Resolve to do something; be resolute.

Know this, if life is a river, it is a confluence of contradictions.

The process is just as important as the goal.

The archer is not only concerned with the object of her aim, but with drawing of her bow, with the tension in the string and movement of her goal.

2019, it is an odd number. I mean it is both odd as a numeral, and odd in that it portends to be a year marked by a chaos in the fabric of American life; in our politics, in our markets, in the environment which sustains us all.

We must be prepared.

2019 marks the continuation of a new era in American politics, in the American social order, in the American vision and the American experience, the truth, and the understanding of what truth is will continue to be assaulted, the assault will be constant, and heightened.

We must stand against it.

2019 calls for the expectation of hope to return to our cultural norms, a hope for the future of America’s promise, and the extension of the promise to the whole world.

2019 will be the year for justice with compassion, and for holding our leaders accountable for their crimes.

It is the first day, it is a day for unity and finding common purpose. We will need to stand together, both to support one another in our individual aspirations, and to support the advancement of the common good.  

Sunday, January 1, 2017

New Year’s Day 2017



It is a day of beginnings.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

A small miscalculation at the outset, will cause you to miss your mark by a wide margin, and cause you to never reach your end, or to end in a place you never meant to be.

Great care must be taken at the beginning.

Be mindful of your aim.

It is a day of resolutions.

Doing is being, that is what Ray Bradbury said. To have done is not enough. You cannot lie about, and lie about the things you might just do someday. Do, and win the game.

Great things are achieved (and by great I mean great on any scale; socially, professionally, personally, spiritually, privately), arrived at, built, discovered, in a series of small, steady, consistent steps, and the steady application of effort.

Resolve to do something; be resolute.

Know this, life is a dance between contradictions.

The process is just as important as the goal.

The archer is only concerned with the object of their aim.

2017, it is an odd number. I mean it is both odd, as a numeral, and odd in that it portends to be a year marking a significant shift in the fabric of American life.

2017 marks a new era in American politics, in the American social order, in the American vision, and the American experience.

2017 is the sea change, denoting a transformation that has been taking place over many years, and launching that transformed America, suddenly, and dramatically, unexpectedly, into both the collective psyche, as well as the governing apparatus of the American social order.

It is the sort of dramatic shift that you might have thought would have come at the beginning of the century or the millennium, but no…it came 2017.

It is the new day, of the new year, the first in this new era, the era of unreality and Donald Trump. Only time will tell us if this is an anomaly, I do not think we can treat it as such.

It is not a Brave New World, thank goodness it is not a Huxlian World, it looks like a foolhardy world, more and more like an Orwelian World, and that might be worse.