I Come to This Year.

Wake-Up Call #38

I come to this year
Awakening
To the truth of life
My life
Equipped to see
Beyond the haze
Of illusion
Who I am
Who I am not
Who I yearn to be

I come to this year
Questioning
Whether being that person
Truly holds the seeds
Of more grace
Or serves to distract
From the possibility that
Who I was meant to be
Is who I’ve always been
And that my path is not
To become
But to allow
The me
That has always stood
Off to the side
To take its seat
At the table of my life

I come to this year
Ambling
Mindful that
The Universe
Wise old soul
May have plans
Possibilities unforeseen
That hold within them
The gift of serendipity
Joys undiscoverable
When blinded
By rote.

I come to this year
Accompanied by
The lines of the play
This life has written
Indelibly inked
On my face
In my heart
Acutely human
Unwilling, still
To confine
The story yet to be told
To the breadth and depth
Of the one that’s unfolded

I come to this year
With love. In love
Devastated, yet curious
Nestled in the fleshy folds of possibility
Inviting you
To come and play
And live
And be

I come to this year
Thankful
For the invitation to once again
Come to this year.

Won’t you come too?

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With a whole lotta love & gratitude,

Jonathan

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Wake-Up Call #38 | I Come to This Year.

Just breathe.

Take a beat.

Plant the seed.

How do you want to come to this year?

And, as always, if you feel inclined, share your thoughts, intentions, or maybe even lines in the poem in the comments.