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Risk Opens New Doors

Risk opens new doors... is a snippet from a longer poem, published a few years ago in an anthology of work written by seven women. This was my piece on the theme of risk.

Dare to Risk

Why have you chosen
a life that you say you hate?
You are chained by fear.

Risk opens new doors,
the guard at the prison gate
is really just you.

When your box gets small,
and you cannot breathe at all,
Alice says, “Stretch your mind”.

Click the Ruby Shoes!
You’ve always had the power
to claim your true Self.

Release from your past,
imagine a new future,
choose your happiness!

And an excerpt on risk from my ebook Becoming Bigger: In a world that wants to keep you small:

“We humans have a tendency to stay within our familiar routines and patterns. After all, that’s our safe zone, right? Change can be a very uncomfortable proposition, but the comfort zone inevitably becomes a boring prison. When we feel antsy and our hearts are screaming to break down the walls, this is a signal that it’s time for change. Our souls want to learn and grow. It’s a deep drive within each of us, but fear of change tends to hold us back. To become unstuck, we must have courage to let go of the old and try something new…“

Your beautiful soul was not meant to be caged. What risk will you take, what wall are you going to break down, what new door will you walk through today, to claim your happiness? Carpe diem.

Becoming Bigger: In a world that wants to keep you small is free for subscribers here. Wishing you a beautiful Sunday. 🙂

Note: If you noticed it on the image, @susanlhart is my handle on Substack at HumanitysFuture.substack.com. I invite you to join me if you read there. The title of my site is self-explanatory. 🙂

Finding Light in the Shadows

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I am posting these poems today for some people close to me who have suddenly lost a longtime beloved friend. They are devastated. These losses rip through us, and how to find solace and meaning in it? In the case of “Loss Unveils the Masterpiece”, the creation of Michelangelo’s David is a metaphor for the beauty of our souls, chiseled to perfection over lifetimes by our loves lost.

These poems are dedicated to Peter Anthony Lubka. Thank you for the joy you gave to us in your time here, the lessons in your leaving, and may your soul now be dancing on the wind, on its way to the next adventure. We’ll be watching for you.

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
a masterpiece waits
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.

Message in a Bottle

Chisel not my name
onto elegant stone,
so you that I love
might become slave
to a time and place
that no longer holds
my soul, to which you
could become tied,
lost in sorrow and
life’s limitations.

Rather, joyfully cast
my dust to the wind, so
I may dance on the breeze,
and one day as the leaves
rustle gently overhead,
you will feel me there,
riding a ray of sunshine
kissing your face, and
I’ll whisper in your ear,
“Remember to live free.”

Eternal Rhythm

The golden leaves fall,
fearing not the decay of
a coming winter.

Death is essential
to the renewal of life –
All will spring again.

If each in nature
can feel this simple rhythm,
so can humans too.

Why do we resist?
Our fears overshadow the
truth of our being.

But the fall leaves know,
they show us that we too will
green the tree anew.

All poems are excerpts from Soul Journey: The Poetry of Life. For this weekend I am offering this ebook free as a gift to readers of this post. Download here.

Yes You Can

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So many people believe they have no power as an individual to change the world, but yes we do. It is simply the thought that we have no power that disempowers us, nothing else. (And the matrix of society intentionally feeds us the idea that we don’t, consequently when we accept it, we don’t.)

When we each embrace our own inner power to create the world WE want, we will be come the collective that does.

The image is a quote from my fiction story, The Turquoise Heart.

Speak Your Inner Truth

Eternal Comings and Goings

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Soul Mate

Eternal surprise,
all the hellos and goodbyes,
right there in your eyes.

The Trip

We arrive
with no luggage
and leave with
none too,
so why do we
spend a lifetime
accumulating
mere things?

To prop up
our egos,
and relieve
our boredom,
to salve our
hurts, and
impress the
neighbors.

Within the
glorious potential
of the soul’s
quest, we lay
waste to what
could have been
for the next
new toy.

The kids
fight over the
treasures
left behind
by their parents,
thinking that the
having is some
kind of victory.

But the wounds
inflicted in the
fight for more
are baggage of
a different kind,
ones that can
cross over if we
don’t take care.

Traveling light
and loving well
are the real
accomplishments,
and as big as
they are, they
pack small
for the leaving.

I will finish with a humorous note. Imagine if we could take our stuff with us, and then bring it back again in another life? What a mess that would be! We’d each need a locker in the in-between, and after our period of contemplation, claim our stuff to take back. *groan* There are so many permutations to this, I am weary just entertaining the thought. So many questions, so little time… Wishing you a wonderful day. 🙂

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