No Stone Left Behind

May 14

No Stone Left Behind

An anchor attaches at the lower extremities stabilizing me, an albatross is the thing weighing me down from the top, it tips me, throws me to the ground.  I must remember to choose ferrous instruments over long necked birds.  Often it’s not the amount of drag, but where it’s affixed.  There are so many variables, so much to think through, yet I often react and pick up what seems as harmless as a flock of sea gulls and turns out to be worse than an iron maiden. Leaving no tern unstoned is bad, but do I really have the time to do it the other way around?

Visualize the vapor trails from your words as they fly away from you

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CLOCKS

When the clock stops

I wind it up or replace the battery

I have to-----time doesn’t end

Because the arms grow slow.

The device wears down

But the day is not over

Even if my internal metronome is bollixed

The planets keep revolving.

I can’t step off the world

It doesn’t stop turning for me

I don’t always have to keep my head up

But I must always go on.

There is no going back

I can only remember yesterday

I can’t return to it though it’s so close

The flowers are still fresh.

Sometimes I struggle

To keep my hands off the past

Those are the days I secure my future

And wind the clocks

My Sober Heart

May 12

MY SOBER HEART

The heart I have today is not the heart I have had all my life.  Cells age and are replaced.  I slough off what I can no longer use and rejuvenate with fresh layers.  My sobriety is the same.  Past step work is revamped and approached in innovative ways.  Yesterday's prayers are replaced with today’s; today’s meditations will be dispelled by tomorrow’s.  The function remains the same but it is constructed with brand new work.  Service I render is always for my sobriety but I work to strengthen various quadrants.  My heart is not as young as it used to be and vigorous action remakes it new each day.  I rebuild my sober heart continually because forever and today I have the mind of an alcoholic.

Time your thinking so it can fire your mind.

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No Stone Left Behind

An anchor attaches at the lower extremities stabilizing me,

an albatross is the thing weighing me down from the top,

it tips me, throws me to the ground.

I must remember to choose ferrous instruments

over long necked birds.

Often it’s not the amount of drag, but where it’s affixed.

There are so many variables,

so much to think through, yet I often react

and pick up what seems as harmless as a flock of sea gulls

And turns out to be worse than an iron maiden.

Leaving not tern unstoned is bad,

but do I really have the time to do it the other way around?