
And there is a moment
And for a second it all makes sense
And then it slips
And you end up chasing that something-or-other all your life
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…actually, why not?

And there is a moment
And for a second it all makes sense
And then it slips
And you end up chasing that something-or-other all your life
© 2021 threegoodwords
a heartbeat
where i wish i could be
several me’s all at once
not split up, not even clones
just me several times over
so i can:
read this
write that
tell that story
watch that movie
hear that interview, podcast, song
read that blog
and have enough time for
mindfulness, peace
but also
write that proposal
answer those emails
make that call
read that article
share that thought-piece
refresh that page
upload that pic
like that comment
double-check that tweet
without forgetting to
drink enough water
take time to cook
eat right
be right
have a slice of great pie
go jogging
stretch right
maybe yoga
maybe swim
go out with people
dance a bit
socialise
and know just enough
about fashion, movies
books, trends, scandals
cocktails and wine
to be in the know
fit in
stay in the flow
of what’s cool
(nobody says ‘vogue’ anymore)
but also have the time to
potato on the couch
netflix, pinterest, spotify
without forgetting to
make things
create things
grow things
be things
so many more things
that are mine and not mine
all at once
all the time
all the time
all the time
.
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to be thankful
is to be mindful
of those moments, many
where one is centered, whole
a heartbeat, two
a minute, an hour, a day
where there’s more
than the day-to-day
9-to-5
Mo.-Fri. plus overtime
where, like music
the world opens wide
to heartbeats of peace
where you can exhale and just
be.
a moment of
genuine
thanks giving.
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and the candle flickers
a quick wobble of light
letting shadows pass unseen
slip silently into the night.
*
roman letters written
like footprints on white
a sandy trail of thought
dripping grain for grain
into that part
so conscious
before a salty wave of recognition
floods it all.
*
and in all this
the silence lifting
a tripping beat
tum-ti-tum
life’s relentless drum
beating beautifully
in the sheltered home
of a ‘me’, a ‘you’
together
here and there
us, all.
© 2015 threegoodwords
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