Sunday, February 20, 2011

The frontline

We are born
and we die
In between we fill up our lives
not in distinct intervals
but in the fluid movements
between now and now

It is an ever changing
border held taught
between the face-paced whisper
of past and future
Easy to miss in the distractions of shoulds and oughts.

To live on the front line means to face the terrifying truth
The truth of your own fear, pain, joy and despair
Face its full potency head on and in the moment
And take responsibility for it.

Zorya says: Stand boldly on the edge of  your own life
Keep pace with the spark of co-creation.

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