Clouds of emotions identified as I, my, me, mine. Patterns of disruption, created at an earlier time. *It really doesn’t have to be this way.
Emotions, embrace them softly.
Perspectives, hold them lightly.
Enemies, treat them gently.
Identity, wear it loosely.
*Paraphrasing Russ Hudson, Enneagram Institute
Tinkling, gurgling, cackling laughter
Bridging generations, crossing cultures
History revisits, myths relived
The kids glimpse the patriach’s youth
Sister-in-laws let loose is a situation best avoided
if you’ve ever mooned a video camera while intoxicated
I used to dance. I used to dream.
I used to laugh. I used to love.
I used to have a life until I found that I was asleep
Now I’m awake, and found that I’ve been dead.
A zombie haunting grey tombs of glass and steel
Wandering in colourless, tasteless, silent lovelessness
Parched, starved and weary
Bearing the torches of Should and Must
The flag of Indispensable proudly raised.
Futilely searching the inferno for the garden of Eden
Another meeting
Another day extinguished by mindless banter
Another annual report
Another year squandered on crap that doesn’t matter.
What’s the ending of this movie?
“Here lies my glorious youth, dreams dead in the water”?
Or “And they lived happily ever after”?
Shall we dance?