Shake out your qualms.
Shake up your dreams.
Deepen your roots.
Extend your branches.
Trust deep water
and head for the open,
even if your vision
shipwrecks you.
Quit your addiction
to sneer and complain.
Open a lookout.
Dance on a brink.
Run with your wildfire.
You are closer to glory
leaping an abyss
than upholstering a rut.
Not dawdling.
Not doubting.
Intrepid all the way
Walk toward clarity.
At every crossroad
Be prepared
to bump into wonder.
Only love prevails.
En route to disaster
insist on canticles.
Lift your ineffable
out of the mundane.
Nothing perishes;
nothing survives;
everything transforms!
Honeymoon with Big Joy!
"Easter Exultet" by James Broughton, from Little Sermons of the Big Joy (Insight to Riot Press, 1994). Text as posted on Fresh Day (Volume 18).
Art credit: "The Wings Become Windows Butterfly," photograph by e³°°°. The glasswinged butterfly has transparent wings.
Love this! The simple declarative sentences pack in so much. Especially nice touch to capitalize "Big Joy" parallel with how reporters and others so often refer to Big Data and other things we're apparently glorifying in some way.
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leaping an abyss
than upholstering a rut."