When Time Rubs Against Your Knuckles

Week 18

When Time Rubs Against Your Knuckles

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      1.   Some things and people have to be left alone to thrive.

      2.   Many things I start, or have a hand in starting, should be
            left to others to finish.

      3.   Hands off means “no looking over another’s shoulder.”

      4.   Subordinates often want to be left alone, be independent,
            ply their own craft, so they can bring you a rainbow.

      5.   Rough going in team settings—surprising hardship, hidden
            roadblocks, bogging down, frayed nerves-- are the stuff of
            achievement.

      6.   Time spent, doubts abounding,, too late to turn back though
             all seems lost, then a stunning glimmer.

      7.   Genius pulled through a slit, reversing all fortune.

Abrasion

A seed is planted

and like a

watched pot

that doesn’t boil,

should be left alone

for awhile,

tended, perhaps,

and watered, but

not busied.

Grains that rub, that

slip through our grasp

and time itself

make way for

appearances we cherish

and exceed our

small hopes.

© 2012 Allan Cox, Allan Cox & Associates Inc. All Rights Reserved.

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When Life is Living in the Fold

Week 15

When Life is Living in the Fold

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1.   The greatest gift in the world of love is the love of someone, not from someone.

2.   To be blown away permanently by a partner—ever and always—is psychic perpetual motion.

3.   To love fully is to be snapped to attention.

4.   When anger comes, as it will, it cannot, does not, have the heart to last

5.   We ask men to find their feminine side, but women were, at least in apparel, over and out fast with their masculine side.

6.   Being in love is to know you’ll never be alone, knowing how not to be alone.

7.   Yet love makes solitude rich.

Her

How does he know her,

            that executive with eyes that shine,

                        and a giver’s pulse,

                                    with forgiveness in hand,

                                                and . . . so quickly hurt?

            but for her glance that holds,

                        the quick embrace,

                                    her heart-born touch,

                                                and . . . doubt a whisk.

but for her electrified hurl,

                        a toter’s arm and leg,

                                    her sure reach for what makes do,

                                                and . . . harshness that scuttles.

but for making good’s case,

                        hearing none but compassion’s voice,

                                    lighting up those drawn to her,

and . . . a will for worry.

but as mirror to his faults,

                        and gifts as well,

                                    a link—a bond, even—to those he cherishes,

                                                and . . . impatience that snuffs.

More, still, does he know her—

as a pilgrim, yes,

            believer in him and the powers,

            soul to him in love without words,

            and her the creator, hearth and home.

           

Love with her?

            Look at him see her right now, taking a nap, tiny triangle

            of her face covered by the crumpled sheet, eyes, nose, lips,

            serene, peeking pretty. If he ever walked out the door, he

            wouldn’t make it past the first step.

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At Bottom, Who’s There?

Week 2

At Bottom, Who’s There?

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1.   What does it do to you when someone strong says, Think straight!

2.   When have your thoughts led you astray, when you’ve fessed up, “I was wrong about that.

3.   What lets you know when you’re right-on with your thoughts?

4.   How far apart are your head and heart? How far? How near?

5.   How do you define heart’s desire?

6.   How do you finish the sentence, I am _____?

7.   Where do you need to be right now—emotionally, not geographically—to be at your best?

Photograph by Cher Cox

Modesty

I think,

therefore I am.

Many have argued

persuasively against

these words by Descartes,

but so what if

they’re right in some way?

We do think and are.

But what do we think?

Where do we end?

If this, then that?

This, therefore that?

Simply, only, that?

Someone has said

the longest distance

is between head

and heart.

Much desire is

not of the heart

but rather attachment—

loyalty to mundane wish.

The modesty of

heart’s desire acknowledged

hoves to shore

our masterful minds.

© 2012 Allan Cox, Allan Cox & Associates, Inc. All Rights Reserved.

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