Sometimes the best statement said about God is left unsaid. The good news to be declared can be done so by the rising sun rather than with words which bring any distant look back from the horizon. Taking care of the present moment is the best way to take care of the future. Notice how the moving ripples made by a hastily thrown stone on the surface of a once calm pond move outward together in time. The mind will find relief whether intended or not. Recognize when awareness can be given a rest. Be glad in continuing to take chances where the treasure remains unknown. There will be color when the flowers open in the morning.
Perhaps people hesitate now before shedding the blood which atones for failures, indiscretions and ignorance. In hesitation, comfort can be found while taking away any sense of the poetic dance moving between lines. When was the last time any of us fell to our knees begging for the cup of death to be removed? We need that fall before we begin to write new poems.
Revelations for the ages can be found at the bottom of garbage cans. Beware of writing which reads, "There is no love in this book." Decisions between relationship and judgement should never wait. Perhaps we are put on this earth to help one another live with the questions. One can never live with integrity and, at the same time, let God off the hook.
Front porch sitting is the best kind of sitting for discerning the simple from the complex. Diamonds live along the roadways of the journey. Moses took years before deciding on his path. Let the little ones crawl on their way to finding what interests them most in the moment. Not all clues need to be discovered. Some are best left for the children to uncover. Cherish the friend who knows the difference between sharing and listening with the heart. Then, and not only then, will you find support for each other on the long walk towards home.
Outside you go - And if you are able Look on the table. Since you're outside Look by the slide! Go to the porch That's the thing! Could you find a clue Near the swing? A piggy by the door - Is it in the back? Holds another clue For you to track. Inside again, Take a deep breath. A clue awaits Under a blue toy chest. Watch Snow White, And Peter Pan, too! Under a chew toy A clue waits for you! You are almost done - Two "Poohs" wait for you In Balyn's room Is a treasure for you. - Cynthia Nelson
Holy Host and Divine Server, who shares a table with no boundaries, break the bread of life in our midst; lift the cup of salvation to our lips; for we keep scrambling to satisfy our security needs with little time to tend our need for truth which can carry us into the next age where want and need and where wants and needs come together in one cup from which we all drink together. Amen.
Take the great loaf of life as if it is the last and greatest wonderful paradox of the moment. Offer thanks, awkwardly at first, and then, perhaps, with more boldness since your soul remains. Break open the bread as if all the constrictions of the world are nothing but whispy threads. Give generously to all those who have chosen to fall down after sensing something greater than themselves.
Today I set out with intention to somehow substitute my "unconscious sins of more destructive consequences with conscious sins of less destructive consequences" in the hope of somehow lessening the "atrocities of society."
A treasure hunt begins! From one note to the next, You'll find note after note - Read all the clues To see what I wrote. They'll lead you to pleasure Of a hidden treasure... -Cynthia Nelson
Watching my daughter fall for the umpteenth time, her head meeting the coffee table, I gasp. Each of her little spills as she toddles from here to there seem to take more time off my life. I ask the gods to give me a little bit of the suffering and pain to carry along with me as I toddle down my list of daily to-do's. I also wonder, who is there to bear my pain when I stumble and fall?