Are there ways I am living
too small?
There are definitions and containers
I could cram myself into
But would they leave me space
to breathe?
There is much in life
that can diminish me
if I am not vigilant.
How have I succumbed to
noxious streams of sentimental
nonsense that has clouded
my vision and hidden my hope?
There is so much worthy
of my love
and my time and my tenacity.
When have I stepped valiantly
into life’s arena to confront
the bullish naysayers?
Perfection is insidious
and potentially too precious
to worry over or waste.
Where have I been an architect
of something grand
and graceful and good?
Am I living my dream of myself?
And where and when and how
have I lived at the edges of possibility serving the magnificent dream
of the wholeness
of the world?
Minx, I love this. Thank you for sharing