Of Love, Life & Truth ~ Secret Wisdom in the Poetry of WordPlay

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Of Love, Life & Truth ~ Secret Wisdom in the Poetry of WordPlay

~ by Vince Gowmon Know, know now, the only time you can k-now, and you’ll win your Heart over, now won One. But you may  need to say a brave No to what is false, what is not You, to say Yes to what is real, what you know is true now, know now. And so trust  your  inner No, your inner k-no-w, its strength, its worth, its reason for being, so you embrace and follow your Heartfelt  knowing, and boldly  own  what is  kn-own within, making You more authentically known to the world, hiding less, if only a little, if only from your beloved, co-worker,  friend,  cat,  plant… If only you own not just what is known now but what you’ve  always known since […]

Faith Lost and Found in Our Dying, Awakening World ~ A Poem for Humanity

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Faith Lost and Found in Our Dying, Awakening World ~ A Poem for Humanity

When you lose faith in the world you have known, as is happening now for countless many, an ancient voice within may find your inner ear, inviting you to finally have faith in something else, the Unknown you turned from and forgot many moons ago. When the fragmented routines and trivialities of daily living lose their semblant ground, you may feel the warm breeze of whole groundless being whispering to build life anew upon it. When what you relied on and took for granted no longer make sense, slip from your hands, when that which you identified with, jobs and family, friends and health, cultural and moral ideas of what is so, of right and wrong, learned, limiting stories about who you are, when all […]

Fear Beneath

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Fear Beneath

Whatever narrative you are choosing right now, set it aside for a moment, still yourself, and you may feel a tremble in your heart, one of wisdom, one of uncertainty, and herein lies the place we hide from in all our grasping, all our need to know, to figure out and control, herein lies the invitation to us all in these times of quieting, to dwell here for a while, humbled, confronting that which compels us to answer and solve, to keep busy fretting and seeking: death, dear one, death of the one you’ve known yourself to be, the fear beneath all other fears, the fear that keeps you preserving that which no longer works, while, underneath, preserving a self who clings to life. _____________________ […]

Banks of a Wild River

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Banks of a Wild River

In play, children remain in a fluid, flexible state. Moment by moment they open to greater, more creative versions of themselves. They touch and bloom the seed of potential in their heart. Children, in their mischief, imagination and spontaneous explorations, don’t try to become someone. They are someone already. They know this without knowing it. They feel the larger instinct of life pulsating through their veins, calling them to reach and spiral into infinite potential. Be sure in educating and parenting our most precious little ones, you do not shape this natural unfolding into what it doesn’t want to be. Instead, give it space to breathe, to run freely. Let any rules and structures you use be like banks of a wild river, guiding children […]

Hidden Treasure

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Hidden Treasure

I turned my back on him, the younger part of me. There was no choice. Alone, unable to hold and afraid to feel the magnitude of what occurred, knowing, at some deep, subterranean level, if I could just keep it, him, at bay, locked in his room, I could stay strong and rise above, escape the overwhelm, weakness, the unbearable aloneness. I could move away, far away, fast forward into life, chasing success after success. What seemed so important. Yet, after many climbs to high mountain tops, the view, that oh-so-dear rush, lost its charm. Truthfully, it never felt quite enough. Nothing felt enough. Something was always missing. Little, if anything, touched that old, desolate part of me still hiding from, reaching for me. My […]

Beneath Trying

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Beneath Trying

By Vince Gowmon Beneath your trying you may discover a well of tremendous untouched grief. Trying to be strong Trying to be tough Trying to be needless Trying to be dependable Trying to look good Trying to do good Trying to be brave Trying to be funny Trying to be smart Trying to be beautiful Trying to make it, get there Trying to keep it, hold it, all together for yourself, for everyone around you So much trying keeps us from the depths of much needed crying It keeps us busy, distracted, caring for others, lost in what we think is important, looking everywhere everywhere, but within For if we were to stop long enough to feel beneath the pulse of busyness, the lure of […]