Transitioning

by Jane Tawel

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Transitioning

By Jane Tawel

March 29, 2025

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You forgive yourself so easily.

While I — 

I struggle to forgive myself the slightest slip.

I am stuck in slippery slopes of seemingly endless slop.

And I crawl up and slide down, somersaulting

in every moment of the monkey mind’s attraction

to shiny or slimy things.

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I seek The Eternal…

in me…

in You…

In them, I see only the anger

or fear

of the temporal.

“All we like sheep have gone astray.”

“From dust we came and to dust we all return.”

“Meaningless, meaningless, all is meaningless.”

And Yet — 

And Yet — 

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Transitional phrases hint

that there will be more.

However — 

But — 

Thereafter — 

Even so — 

And yet — 

And yet — 

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Transitional Phases

are the stuff of the Now.

“Between a Rock and a hard place.”

“It’s just a phase, she’s going through.”

“And what we shall be, none know now.”

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Was it a pinky promise?

Or a blood oath?

“That I shall dwell in the True Home Now and Forever more”?

Forever.

More.

Be Still — (Pause) — Know God.

IAM

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I shall someday leave this messy room,

so full of broken, scattered things

that I have loved and love;

and I shall walk into

that Spacious Room where

Dawn and Dusk and Dark

are One.

No more transgressions, where all is Forgiven.

No more transitions, where all is Now.

No more separation –

Triune Threads interwoven.

One.

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© Jane Tawel, 2025