Elul 1, 5780

 

Gratitude
not incriminations

Insight
not pretence

Pride
not vanity

Spirit
not contempt

Breath
not bluster

Centred
not scattered

Lightness
not weightlessness

Depth
not superficiality

Strength
not brittleness

Kindness
not smothering

Understanding
not presumption

Love
not vainglory

Everything matters
not optional or exclusionary

 

Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 22 August 2020

Timeless

 

(With thanks to all the "Torahettes" for the triggered prompt)

Our cultural memories are often older than we have lived;
human, inherent, lifesaving in-the-DNA memories even older.

History is only partially memory, the rest is made up of influence, opinion, and desire;
to the winner goes the narrative and the spoils

Word-of-Mouth family and national histories; Generation to Generation, L’dor V’dor, whether by repeated family tales or patrilineage and matrilineage
by the recitation of names back through unwritten records

Our individual chronicles of nation, family, or sect are how we teach and learn.

History is not precise, memory is fallible; words and meanings transform;
narrations alter; so, must then the conversation.

History is an amalgam of misremembered observations;
it is a retrospective, even if written from accounts inscribed during an event

History, even if derived from multiple factions is mutable

Knowledge changes, information adapts, understanding and awareness rarely keep up.

Opinions are not fact, people are not without fault, and today’s certainty is tomorrow’s doubt.

The only demonstrable fact is change is constant and timeless.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 11 August 2020

If I only;…

If I had learned
what I was never taught

If I had discovered my mistakes
before I made them

If I knew when to keep my mouth, shut
erring with silence instead of words

If I kept my face sans expression.
instead of showing my mind

… But, I did not
so now I am, regretful
If only, Sometimes

Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 22 July 2020

Counting Down from Zero

(Addendum to "Countdown")

Hastening to our Demise

Denying Duty, Distributing Destruction, Dismissing Destiny 

Wax’n Wane

(for Ross... I wish you were here to Beta-read this)

Flick’ring candles
burning down in melted puddles,
guttering out too soon; eclipsing light.

Movement, strong breezes,
a single wafting breath of air is all it takes to dim the brightness.

Or, a final breath that brings forth darkness,
for the ancient stars to hide their twinkling glow;
a flutter of release, of invisible wings.

Emptiness

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 4 June 2020

Placeholder

Between Hope and Sorrow,

Between Spark and Flame;
Before Daybreak and after Nightfall,
there is the minute breath of something that waits for whatever comes next.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 22 May 2020

Paradox

I rarely know happiness…
but I often know joy
Joy of laughter,
Appreciation of art,
Satisfaction of literature,
Pleasure of music,
Delight of Nature
My bliss comes from the absurd
Mad, daft, childlike silliness
The play of words in my mind,
The taste of nonsense,
The sound of ambiguity,
The sight of incongruity
I play at Silly Buggers to keep from going crackers…
and yet Beauty calms my mind
Makes me buoyant
Ignites my core
Nourishes my soul
Restores me to the Light

Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 7 March 2014