Active Constructive Ship Building, Diving For Deeper Pearls. Be Neither Passive Destructive of Busy Day Punch The Clock. Or Active Destructive Punch Armoured Prison Walls.

I remain as Love
I Saw, See,
See, Saw,
Felt clearly
rise up and soft down
I never could see why,
The Sharp Pointed Star
Crashed,
Landed,
Glib, Gloat, Goat,

It is All About Who
You Want To Share
The Best News With

First ...

Or So I Thought ...

Other's Edges
Razor Wires
Fences, hurdles,
far too sharp
for patterns of connection
walk away, these Boots are made for walking
soles, souls, resilient soft under belly skins
not hardened shards of icy floods and care less hearts,
barbed woven, in convoluted pilloried con created towers
of terror wires.
waves of drowning dim and dark in mourning glory
expensive tears in a precious sacred armoured heart
flesh gouged, a wider road, legs pumped, run over,
even, knot ever In
Doubt?

At First and at last and at all times in Between
a delicious soul seen easily layered upon layer
cake sweet layers finely sugar coated

For Now, The Centre
Clearly Seen
Of A Deep Dark Blue
tired, two tide, two tired to break open
waves? descending ripples? even fussy fun in a fine free shore break?

and so am I This Edge of Shallow Commotion?
An Ocean? In Motion?

nay,
mother of pearl are deeper,
still,
we dive to sea,
ship building, sailing, soaring,
to see the shell of a soft sweet deep existence
an oyster, a mussel, a mollusc of The Trenchant Sea
We Now, rise in depths,
simply flowing shifting moving water,
Uncertain, trusting,
A Faith as Grace,
Hope,
Twice daily,
my nature water potions within The Oceans
remember, refresh, ether, elixir, my fresh breath,
Water, Fire, Earth and Air
Is Truly
Me.

Once The False Prophet
Once The Light Bright
Once but veiled in pain
The Soul Easily Scene
but face caked she wolf
eating young,
ingrained.


Denounced In word, action, choice and silence
My House
My Child
My Career
For What gain full, Purpose?
It Is all ok
as we let sleeping dogs lie

My Dreams?
My Home?
My Heart?
Denounced
but why?
black alley cat on a hot tin roof?
9 lives wasted as nine lives
rooted In Fear,
an ounce of grief
an ounce of air
a crumb of life
we sea clearly Now
The reign Has Gone.
Queen Bee
"get back, get back to wear ewe once belong"
kind shepherd serving ewe fleecing ewe shearing ewe and owning ewe
It Is All Ok,
relativity as paddocks are grazed for green growth and baby shoots of tender prey
drowning flounder I sea you there,
fully loving, wry deficits fully matted, gulping fresh inhaled stale air.
I rise you Up, I will again, The Moon Simply Sits as sun star shines,
In tandem, The Uni-verse of poetic paradox rides you Home
The Bi Cycle Of Life Keeps Rolling Forward
Peddle meddle, chain spoke seat
The Goose Neck Tight For I,
Four Clear Fish Eye Sees So Much
A third Eye A Fallen Idol?
I Love You
rapid wave and silent ripple and shallow pond commotion motion ocean water
Shore,
More Than Ever You Were Ready
To Receive

This sandy
Relativity Is a Vice
A glorious crack of dawn
First Light, First Flight, First Might
A virtuous, righteous, rake, take, extract
The First In Queue
The First In Vogue
The First In Sodden core rage

Forgive poor handlers of
Baby Animals,
poor cruel homes, left right
Out
abandoned at The Pound
abandoned for the pound
abandoned here, not there,
The Dog Left The Kennel
Trapped, Anxious, puppies lost,
A Survival mode so clearly felt
and seen. Hear?
Do What Ever It Takes?
Puppies whimper, puppies taken,
Home
Now Pounding hard?
A Gain!
sell survival
A gain?
sell catch up
Again...

Christ Mass Puppy Toys
Hope Fully
Not Abandoned
A Gain
Buy Easter?

sell self deplete
a loud rapacious bark
selling baby slaughtered animals to Any Market
Any One Who Swallows The Kind Puppy Bait
Any One who Falls For The Tender Pussy Hook
Any One Who Saves a Doughy Eyed Deer
or a rabbit trapped?

well done
cooked easy over
kindness reigns, careful kids and billy goats gruff
possibly for and
since forever?

For God's sake,
forsake god?
Nay,
Be Here Now
Please Be.
The Soft Radiant Always Light
The Wide Deep Channel
Talking In Rabid Tongues

You've Always Been.
And Once
Many Mid Summer
Moons Ago,
So Easily,
with open ease of many Suns and Stars and Planets
too easy, Moon,
You were
seen.

Ship Building ~ Punch The Clock ~ Not The Wall



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We spend a lot of time thinking about the ways we can respond to someone’s bad news. When someone’s grieving, or when someone comes home with disappointing or sad news, we tend to do our best to get it “right”. This type of responding often overshadows and becomes more of a priority than paying attention to the ways we respond to a person’s good news. Spoiler alert: the latter is just as important. There are four ways we respond to good news: active constructive (the goal), passive constructive, passive destructive, and active destructive. Before I get into it, I should mention we’ve probably all tried out these ways of responding a time or two. This isn’t meant to make you feel bad, it’s meant to create awareness for you so you pay attention to the way you’re responding. Ready to break it down? Ok [set scene] : your partner comes home from work and let’s you know she just got a promotion and a title change at work. She’s so excited and has been working towards this for a long time. You respond: [AC]: my love, I am SO excited for you. I have to hear all the details. Should we go out and celebrate? I’m so proud of you; you deserve this. [PC]: oh nice, good for you. Congrats. [PD]: Oh. Well I went to the gym today. [AD]: Have you even thought about how much work this is going to be now? You’re probably going to get less sleep and be even more difficult to be around. ____ Oooof. That last one really gets ya. [AD] Active Destructive is the worst way to respond and yet many of us can find ourselves showing up there. The goal? You know it: celebrate, get curious, be enthusiastically supportive while also being authentic. Take time to be present for the win and make it all about that person. Give it a go. #mindfulmft
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