Soaking up the sweet seaside breeze, the warm solar energy, and the breathtaking views of Cape Split, Nova Scotia, and the Bay of Fundy
This short poem came to me on a recent flight out to Nova Scotia, a province in Canada that I’ve always wanted to visit. It has come at a time of my life where many of my cups are full. Catalyzed by a strong contrasting dose of work work work in Toronto to nature bathing and decompression in Nova Scotia.
My work is very steady and financially progressing. I am mentally and emotionally very balanced. I notice that I mention work first since it is and has always been my priority, something that I sense may change in the near future. I am at high level of fitness without injury. I am in touch with my family weekly and checking in more than just once a week. My trip to Nova Scotia is to visit my friend and spend quality time with him and his family. And my romantic relationship of a year and a few days is wholesome and full of youthful love and adventure.
These poems reflect my rhythmic and rhyming nature to understand the dualities and polarities of my life. So while my cup is full on many aspects, there’s a part of me that is curious and questions this time, not my own perspective, but those around me and their perspective on fulfillment. I’m keen to know whether my fullness is taking away from another’s? Is how I’m taking up space reducing someone else’s? These doubts don’t last for long, they just come with an empathetic lens of consideration.
I also write this poem with the hand of a coach to many, one that conducts and orchestrates the fitness, health and wellbeing of others that depend on my guidance. I enjoy using this as a muse, a stance from which to create and cultivate teachings. So for what it’s worth, take this poem as a nudge from me, your philosopher coach, someone who’s looking out for the growth of your conscious awareness.
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Cup half empty or half full
Am I being pushed or pulled
Closer or further away
To a state of growth or decay?
The unknown is where I’d rather stay.
Comforted that the cup is refillable either way.
Perspective most profoundly changes
Through dark seasons and bright stages
Through sad laughters and happy cries
Just answering why’s won’t make us wise.
It’s a matter of when that we will arise
And truly see through each other’s eyes.