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Tick-tock Madman | HartQuill.com

Tick-tock Madman

That round evil man
with his shallow pretty face
leers from my wall.
Cruelly and incessantly
he chips away at my life
with his sharp little pick-axe.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

My days mete out
in an endless dribble of
task and responsibilities.
And he watches me.
Be on time, get it right!
Get up again, do it again.
And again, and again, and again.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

I thought he was my friend
that insidious little man.
Mom said he was.
Dress for success, be on time,
and your life will be right.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Then one day I woke up
and my life felt all wrong.
Where are my dreams
you cunning little man?
You stole them when
I wasn’t looking.
I was busy listening to your

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Oh poacher of my hours –
Is there still time for me?
Still hope for me?
The Me you took while I was
distracted and toiling,
And worried about being on time.

And that smug little man
with his false pretty face
just stares coldly at me
from his unfeeling wall.
Silent he is, but for
the relentless

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

susanlhart

Tick-tock Madman © Susan L Hart 2016-2019

Our Losses & their Lessons | HartHaiku.com

Our Losses & their Lessons

“Michelangelo knew… A most powerful tool of the Master Sculptor, Loss is.” Loss is a life teacher, and our losses may be our hardest learning. But just as chiseling away the marble revealed Michelangelo’s masterpiece David, so does loss sculpt the beauty of our souls.

Our losses carry fear with them

Beyond loss itself, we consequently grapple with fear of it. The void that loss creates in us feels gigantic and black. Fear of more loss becomes crippling. Potentially it keeps us from risking anything that might repeat it. And of course, the losses we take around love feel the most brutal. We open our hearts, and sometimes they are crushed.

It is only by moving through the fear that we finally achieve the fullness of loss lessons. When we can acknowledge and embrace the good that came out of our losses, we are able to move on to risk again. Taking risk, being willing to make mistakes, reaching out for all that life has to offer in the face of potential loss, leads to great growth and gains.

My poem about Michelangelo and his creation of the famous sculpture David is a metaphor for how loss lessons grow our souls. Interestingly, the statue depicts the legendary David, of David and Goliath fame. David risked his life to take on the giant, an act of courage and faith.

Loss Unveils the Masterpiece

Michelangelo knew …

A most powerful
tool of the Master Sculptor,
Loss is.
It was the taking
away that unveiled
breathtaking David
to the world.

“I saw the angel
in the stone and
set him free.”
Inside every raw
slab of marble
awaits a masterpiece
to be revealed.

We are all
magnificent works
of art in progress.
And losing a beloved
is perhaps the
greatest Master
chisel of all.

We gasp, clasping
our hearts when
our loved one dies
or leaves us.
How will we ever
risk to love again?
And yet, we do.

For in our loss
we learn to cherish
the value of love.
We understand
the power and
importance of “now”.
And we grow.

Love is the fine grit
that hones the
rough broken edges
to a polished glow.
The answer to our
growth lies within
the problem itself.

Michelangelo, you said
God guided your hand.
And in the taking away,
you revealed
astonishing Beauty.
David is your work of Love,
and a lesson for us all.

Our Losses and their Lessons

susanlhart

Our Losses & their Lessons © Susan L Hart 2019
Loss Unveils the Masterpiece © Susan L Hart 2017-2019

Winding Roads to Wisdom | "Black & White & Rainbows" | HartQuill.com

Black & White & Rainbows

Right, wrong,
North, south,
Black, white.
Which way do I go?

I have walked the flat
grey plain of existence
that this third dimension
can often be.
Wandering and exploring
the monotones of a
sometimes desolate place,
where the next small
blade of grass stands
out starkly in the landscape,
as it cries out to the sky.

And I have wondered –
If white is all color,
and black its absence,
what of all the colors in between?

So I’ve left that dull plain
and I’m climbing
a magnificent mountain.
I will not rest until
I discover all my colors.
The trek is exhilarating,
the views are breathtaking,
and I’m heading for that
brilliant peak yonder.
It’s the place of my dreams,
where rainbows gleam
and eagles soar,
and my soul can be free.

susanlhart

Black & White & Rainbows © Susan L Hart

Resolutions

Are You Intending or Wishing?

In any moment,
you can change the path you’re on.
“New Year” is always.

How many people do you know that have already broken their New Year’s resolutions? Likely we all know at least one, and in equal likelihood, that one may be ourselves. And that’s due to the difference between “wishing” and “intending”.
“Wishing”: To feel or express a strong desire or hope.
“Intending”: To have a plan or course of action as one’s purpose.

See the difference here?

A wish is an idea or vision you have in your mind, attached to a hope that somehow a genie in a bottle, a fairly godmother, or some other external power is somehow magically going to deliver it. An intention, on the other hand, combines that same desire with a plan. And, YOU make it happen! You have the power, with your creative mind and your intentional actions. The catch is, this requires self-discipline (focus and commitment) and self-love (the belief you deserve it), combined with some good old-fashioned elbow grease.

So, rewind to January 1st. Did you set an intention, or simply make a wish? It’s never to late to make adjustments. Your can begin your New Year with a revised foundation right now.

I wish you a happy and abundant 2019! The intention to make it happen is all up to you. ~Suze

susanlhart

Are You Intending or Wishing? © Susan L Hart 2019

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