On the Brink

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“How often on the brink of some discovery

Have we stood tottering, and yet still kept our ground…”?   ~ Thomas Otway

We look over the edge of possibility and we dream. We have the tools at our fingertips to utilize and make the dream a reality, and yet we freeze in our tracks. The “fear” of the unknown venture appears to outweigh the rewards of new territories discovered. Where is the pioneering spirit?

 The bold have nothing to lose, or so it seems. We, the little lambs, travel in the ruts that others initiated. We have fallen into the deeply carved mindsets where middle ground is the best ground. The idea and discovery pioneers of old would have turned the page on life with a whimper, if they had quelled the boisterous command of “go!”

The fear speaks loudest right before the breakthrough. Don’t listen to that corrupt voice. Work your dream and take others with you on the new path.

Impression

To grasp beauty is to say that you have captured the air. It may be enclosed, but it does not wholly belong to you.  You only borrow beauty for it is fleeting and finds its solidity by impression.

Yet, those who seek beauty find beauty and are enamored by the impression it leaves. The joy comes when we are able to define the impression.

Redirection

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As I journeyed on my course of life –

I looked back to a littered path of broken pieces – hewn away from once cherished dreams.

What were to be the building blocks of an envisioned monument called “beautiful life” now lay strewn, slashed, bashed, and crumbled.

They were fragments from my entangled emotions and botched outlooks.

Decaying gold was all I saw along the road I traveled.

There were no sunny skies of realized passions – no beating, bright, hearts of splendor.

 

The view was heartbreaking, disconcerting, and unnerving.

I mused upon the forlorn, ashen, disenchanted view and wept.

Yet, in a flash,

A hopeful expectation arose, and my view was redirected.

Now, instead of crumbled debris there was a path that was clear – full of life and light.

I was pushed ahead, farther and faster down the path.

I was maneuvered so deftly away from the brokenness that its remains were nowhere in sight.

My view of the trail behind me and in front of me was clear.

The Light, Power, and Love had moved me away from the evident defeats.

~ Kim Cline 2018

Viewing (the heart and the hallway)

As to viewing the space in the heart or the space down the hall

There was a dislocation of sorts; one of which caused a slight shift of sight

Colors were in the order of the phosphene effect to the one looking down the hall, out the window

Colors were in the order of a black and white gradient when looking into the space of the heart

The brightness of both—beautiful in luminous glory—yet different

Viewing a work of art requires the step back and sideways

Penetrates the thought patterns of the mind—the result is an internal delicacy

A delightful intrusion on an otherwise boring moment, thought, feeling

The imperfection in perception seeks to sway the mind to aspire

More towards the matters of a lovesick heart where the dislocation–the imperfection

 produces the most profound changes—the substance in the one viewing

And the one standing

Where you view and where you stand is the difference between matters of the heart

And matters of the mind

copyright Kim Cline 2018 excerpt from In the Fringe: viewing the review