a work in progress, like me, followed by a short reflection.
Am I living? I struggle to remember to ask myself.
I go through the motions.
I run a circular gauntlet
Throwing balls in the air
Racing to return to the same spot-
A juggler -
Or, perhaps, The Fool
Gesticulating in jest -
A masked dance of mirth,
Cloaking the despair
Of folly of my own making.
Verily, verily I say unto you,
Life is for the Living! Carpe Diem!
The muffled shouts from my soul's Crier die
Smothered by rubble,
My spirit, in ruins....
In my dream
I lie in the tall grass
The wind whispers the scent of the sea.
A bell tolls in the tower high behind me.
Faceless maidens wash my arms,
Covering me in fresh cloth and
Carry me inside a mound on the hillside
Placing my body on a stone slab.
I am dead -
Wrapped in a shroud
Yet, Death's perfume evades my nostrils.
Several torches still burn
Faintly Illuminating the remains of the Forgotten.
The entrance to my tomb
Remains unsealed -
I wish to awaken,
Emerging from Death’s womb
Harbingering Life in Spring
While coveting the power of stillness -
The Juggler, my willing sacrifice to
Reflection on The Juggler-
My whole life I felt like as soon as one part of my life was going well, some other piece fell out of place. I was constantly running from one facet of myself to the next, continually disappointed in myself because I could never get all my shit together at the same time. I was riding a warbling wheel and trying to balance it from the outside by redistributing the weight. However, balance comes from the center, like core strength. By turning inward through meditation, we are able to shed our burdens, our imbalances, aligning with our true selves and finding peace within. ~