Be. Just breathe. Be here now. Ask
Yourself, “Who am I wired up to
Be?” “Who do I admire and
Who can mentor me toward goals, maybe
You?” Breathe again. Just as you
Are becoming, you already are. Right now.
Golden Hinge poem based on “Be yourself. Be who you are.”
― from Fish In A Tree (p. 184) by Lynda Mullaly Hunt
I went to this website, and found a poetry form called the dizain. Here are the basic rules of the dizain:
Some have said that to forgive is divine—
That each and every human makes mistakes.
Seventy times seven, or maybe nine
Is the amount to overlook the aches,
No matter what caused each of the heartbreaks.
You have caused several and I’ve caused a few.
We argued, talked, and tried to see it through,
But forgiveness doesn’t work by itself.
It’s not too difficult to forgive you;
The hardest one to forgive is myself.
Inside me is a bridge—
a meeting of two minds,
two places,
two stories.
Behind me,
there are miles of
Resilience—
forests of fear
valleys of hardship,
hills of victory.
I do not know
how far back it goes,
as I can only remember
Parts
of the journey from this lifetime,
and I do not know
all of the generations
who walked the trail before me.
Inside me is a bridge—
a place where
Who I Have Become meets
Who I Am Yet To Be—
a handshake, if you will,
a passing of the baton,
a nod of understanding between
the places I have already grown,
and the new victories that stretch ahead.
Inside me is a bridge.
It is not a place for me to stop long,
just a place for me to
reflect, to take
a moment, to take
a breath,
before I move ahead
into my next adventure.
The Read-e-ologist 