Sheltering. An acrostic pondering by Ken

Sheltering 

An acrostic musing by Ken (5/21/2020)

So suddenly, yet admittedly not unexpected, the whiplash of a paradigm shift has rocked the foundation and dislodged the frame

Here I am assessing for collateral damage, while re-orienting to the harsh and relentless lesson of being mortal 

Either I lean into the wisdom of realms within, or I resist futilely to rush forward to a future we have yet to conceive 

Let go, accept, and surrender appear to be spiritual propaganda which merely offer empty promises, which this cluttered and befuddled heart can neither reinvigorate with hope or refashion with optimism 

Tethered to my denuded hubris and a mortal’s fallacious timepiece, I strive and struggle to behold the silver linings to which modern-esque memes and archaic scripture allude

Embraced by the vines’ flowery and woody tendrils as I bow my head to TEAcher, only to be  offered a humane hiatus of my humanly limited endeavors  to analyze, react, and solve before I am guided to another facet of the Gem 

Reminded of something other than my flawed yet inevitable addiction to  immediacy,  measurement and solutions,  a dissolving self is beckoned further into the abyss

In the rainbow filled void, She fleetingly liberates my ego from its overly pixilated surreality, and winks into my third eye a glimpse of the Sacred, which is veritably all around and within me everyday in every breath 

New yet utterly familiar, my eyes are no longer gloomed over by cataracts of despair, and my dilated pupils attempt to take in the illumination of the grit and grace needed to walk the Path of no Promises

Gifts are meant to be received wholeheartedly, so I tenderly and gratefully hold in my weakened yet willing arms, this opportunity to be alive and step forward into the next now with renewed reverence for the place my soul can safely shelter