As in “as soon as possible.” Which could not be confused With no later than when doable, Lest my inner clock become bemused.
This Distraction woven by the siren’s call: A motif of Rationalization and Denial . . . A cunning entrapment before the fall . . . A snare honed and primed by my disease’s guile.
It invited me to ponder the idea of “when,” Though it seemed not “if” could I assume, I realized in fact to err would be often, This demanded my new outlook, an old one subsume.
The suggestion I heard was to waste no time About this business of survival This from those who had made the climb Out of their bottom before my arrival.
By neither the harder nor softer way I learned that “Promptly” meant “now.” Thus for my wrong, promptly I would “pay.” “When” now quite clear, the uncertainty only “how.”
When I wake up most mornings I come out of a deep awareness From resting in the arms of God When not twisting like a worm In hot ashes grinding out the day I’m in control—but oh I’m not
God=dog (spelled backward) + self x ego (edging God out) / sense of humor
Thank You for that for with that I no longer feel sorry for myself Looking forward to not sad Gladness percolates with coffee
Self = letting go + knowing something / beyond space time + giggles + silly grins
Dede H
To Magic
The kind of magic we can see My little dog shivers at the door I pick her up and she nuzzles me I pop her into her bed and cover her
She licks my face in gratitude Thankfulness is a magic conjured Reframing lack into brick and mortar Making a home wherever I go
This boat is a miracle and my home I can start its old engine and it roars
I carry something mighty within me I see this wondrous thing in everyone It doesn’t come from me but through me
