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40x40x40: Day 14

the momentum begins to carry me
one day rolls into another
as the middle draws near

the momentum of the routine
of the forced pause
of the moment to think

the momentum
has become a part
of my inmost being

40x40x40: Day 13

the creative spark
that birthed the initial excitement
has gone
all that remains is discipline
the discipline of completion

creativity and discipline
paradoxical bed-fellows
but when held in balance
sustain one another
and give purpose
to the routine of life

40x40x40: Day 12

is this new life premature?
a brief glimmer of the future
or a seasonal change here to stay?

I hope it's a glimmer.
the temporal life enlivens my being
yet the fear of what it could be
darkens my soul

40x40x40: Day 11

11
days
in
and
the
self
examination
is
continuous
days
are
perpetual
time
stands
still
as
eternity
fractures
the
present
with
the
self
examination
the
transitory
realisation
that
i
am
fully
human
when
my
identity
is
surrendered
to
I
am

40x40x40: Day 9

the liturgy of life patterns my day
moments of quiet
moments of chaos


within all this
a pattern

a pattern that gives meaning
that shapes my identity
that sustains my soul


the liturgy of life
the pattern of the ordinary

 

40x40x40: Day 8

the days gather pace
habits form
patterns develop
momentm is established
should this be easy?

and yet i know

this
is
temporary

without expectation
i grind to a halt
in the middle of a thought process
my words fail me

40x40x40: Day 7

the monotony of the journey starts to bore
7 days gone
33 to go...
i'm counting down

yet there are glimmers of meaning
sparks of light
moments where i see you.

fracturing the monotony
and bringing light to my path

40 x40x40: Day 6

vanity, vanity, my blog is vanity.
what is gained from all my toil?
visitors come and visitors go,
all is vanity.

the quest for hits
the quest for links
the quest for a HT
vanity, vanity my blog is vanity.

ht - David Keen

40x40x40: Day 5

40 images:40 videos:40x40 words:40 days:day 3

Solitude.
time for me,
time for God,
time to be,
time my most precious friend.

.....

the hours slip away and I mourn their passing,
my solitude is gone,
my time is gone.
my most precious friend has become my foe.