Stinger – Fighting doubt

“The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser men so full of doubts.” – Bertrand Russell
Tickle in my brain, flying around in there
Nettle from the wings, wings without air.
Brother to it’s flight, a needle of doubt
The sting will be sure, no way out.
I flinch from the pain, it pierces my defense
Pushing without mercy, sparing no expense
I feel the poison rush, numbing as it goes
Fiercely it corrupts, putting hope in death throes
I shake myself aware, knowing I won’t let go
To pull this ugly thing out, to stop the ebbing flow
Strength from the deep, I brace once more for pain

Doubt resurrects, it’ll keep coming back again.

Also published in Wingposse, September 2012 


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Wrestled Notes

“I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, when his wing is bruised and his bosom sore; when he beats his bars and he would be free, it is not a carol of joy or glee, but a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core.” Paul Laurence Dunbar
andreation

Simple prognosticated rhythms flow and diverge

Collapsed principles pile in crumpled beats

Pounding the seconds to say a moment

A tickled thought dances in pretend reality

Hobbled by fettered hope in surreal mist

Finding shadows that breathe life in short bursts

Life’s nemesis throttles the throat of peaceful suns

Wrestled notes become a winged song

The Fount – A hidden spring of provision

“When I chased after money, I never had enough. When I got my life on purpose and focused on giving of myself and everything that arrived into my life, then I was prosperous.– Wayne Dyer

 


Laying in the desert, hot and dry throughout the land
Is a hidden fountain, waters flowing from under the sand
It has saved the life of many travelers, exhaustion so near
When all is lost then the vision becomes clear
Drink deep fellow traveler from its plenty
Renewed with strength from its bounty”
– The Fount, D.M.W. Sager
There is a mystery surrounding this flow. It is a given that water will flow as long as there are souls that drink from it. Should the fount decide that its tired of always giving, it would dry up. What the fount should know is, the very act of those in need taking sustenance from its cold and clear waters, is providing for its continued life. Its a mystery how that being taken from, adds to; how being used, promotes you. It’s tempting to give up helping others. The idea creeps in that the supply is limited. I forget that in helping others, I apply to my life a principle that, in giving, I receive. This is contrary to my understanding. Assuming that constant giving depletes my resources, I resist the opportunities to give. This selfishness on my part, hurts me, and hurts those I could help. Reminding myself of the divine principle, that contradicts my natural thinking, I am encouraged to keep the gates to my provision open.

I take the locks off the gates to the fountain, exposing my life to the weary traveler, the forlorn soul, the thirsty wayfarer. To my continued amazement, the levels of life giving water never fall below the lines where I have what I need; continually provided for by sources divine, I give all to any who come near. This lifestyle is not without sacrifice. Many who drink from my life, ridicule me, thinking they have played their con to a great degree and deceived me into giving them my provisions; they are wrong in their thinking, I know what they are doing and gladly give my goods to be spoiled. Knowing that in the end, this is my life, this is my purpose, I am a fountain. To give is my destiny and purpose. To not give would be to deny my destiny as a source of provision. Give to those who are in need, do not worry that you will be provided for, the divine arithmetic is in play. In giving, you get, in being reduced, you are promoted, in being divided, you are multiplied. Don’t hesitate, being good to those around you, know that you are a fountain, it is your life to give and replenish others. In laying your life down, you will live.