Plog 30th December 2011

December 30th, 2011 Posted in Uncategorized

My friend on FaceBook, Dondi Scumaci, asked the world: “If you could choose one word as a theme for 2012, what would it be?”  

I was working with one of my recovering addicts this afternoon, and we read Rudyard Kipling’s poem: ‘If’:

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!

© Rudyard Kipling

Believe me, it has never been my intention to be a Man :-), but I would like to be a poet, so if I can learn from Rudyard Kipling, or from any addicted client I work with, I am pleased.  As it goes, in this unforgiving minute, I want to string my thoughts together, so here’s a sonnet:

 

If you could choose just one word as a theme

For 2012, what would it be?

‘Hypothetical’ but this is no dream

Nor academic enterprise.  We’re free.

If I could choose one word for twenty twelve

When all about me are unliking theirs

And calling it communication – shelve

Facebook – but bless the big wide world it shares.

 

Acceptance without compromise – Essence

Likewise – Implementation – Namaste

Disambiguation  – Wild – and Loving

Not hung up by decisions and not tense

The wise of twenty thirteen show the way

The Harmony, the Fugue the Meaning.

 

I’m still on your case, Dondi.  I’ll be meditating.  By this time tomorrow, the haze will be disbursed.


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