Swing Wide the Door

What if love was inexhaustible,
And lives never
Shattered in the storm?


What if every neighborhood
Boasted a garden of diversity
Called Beautiful,

Instead of different,
Other,

Humanity in every
Hue and shape and shade and size
Splashing breadth and depth and
Color into life?

What if age never wrinkled into
Old?

And hearts never failed and
Memory never slipped from graying brows
Dry and crinkled in the wind?

What if time was
Fluid,
An infinitely changing
Pool of dark and light,

Instead of second chasing second,
Minutes madly
Racing round the clock,
In endless loop of
Night and day and date?

What if wealth was unimportant
And we noticed every single
Breath a gift?


Would we learn to
See?

Past weight and job and
Height and hair and skin –

So many hollow, trappings –
To fortify facades and
Keep the other out

Or are those scaffolds really there
To hold us up,
Together,

In?

Can we learn to lay them down,
Unbolt the door of
Judgment and perception,

Draw deep the air
Beyond this stuffy box and
Learn to love

Another

Maybe even other

More than self?

*Linking up with Laura Boggess at The High Calling as we discuss Ellen J. Langer’s book, Mindfulness. The inspiration for this post (as I missed the first two weeks) was drawn from chapters 1-6. Join us next week to discuss chapter 7.

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19 responses to “Swing Wide the Door

  1. Oh, Cindee. How you’ve distilled this into few words and photos of such beauty.

    Every, Single. Breath.
    A gift.
    To see.

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  2. Oh, my. Cindee, you’ve done it again. Feel I’m on holy ground here. Breathing deeper. Such beauty.
    luv to you,
    laura

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  3. Oh my. This is beautiful–the words and the sentiment they’re expressing. What if time was fluid? I can try to imagine…

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  4. Your words jumped out at me:
    And hearts never failed and
    Memory never slipped from graying brows
    Dry and crinkled in the wind?
    Wonderful as always, Cindee!

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  5. It’s a gift
    To have seen out of your sight
    To have felt along your touch
    To be blessed inside your grace
    It’s Joy

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  6. If only…..

    Another beautiful post and pictures, Cindee!

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  7. sheisnotme

    My gosh … are you published?! I have to read more. Your words and images are perfect. I am drawn to your work. Must say, i’m not usually attracted to poetry, but i’m inspired to read more poetry. Thank you for sharing this beautiful work.

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  9. Lillian Rush

    Your poetry:
    Awesome!
    The pictures:
    Breathtaking……
    Lillian,a fan……………………………….

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  10. Bea-u-ti-ful!!

    Your though about ‘would we see’ remind me of a quote by Henry David Thoreau I just jotted in my journal this morning:

    “Objects are concealed from our view, not so much because they are out of the course of our visual range as much as because we do not bring our minds and eyes to bear on them……. There is just as much beauty visible to us in the landscape as we are prepared to appreciate — not a grain more….”

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    • Brenda, thank you for sharing the Thoreau quote — so good! — “just as much beauty visible to us…as we are prepared to appreciate — not a grain more…”

      Open the eyes of my heart, Lord, that I may see.

      Thank you for stopping by today! 🙂

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