this is no time for timid hearts (again and again and again)

Sometimes I wonder if I should just sticky-post this piece,
since it always seems to “be time” for these words
and the sensibilities they offer. May you find encouragement here to step out
from behind that big boulder that has for far too long hidden
the most potent and succulent parts of yourself.

Speaking of “time” (whatever that means),
a friend and I were talking and she spoke the adage, “Time will tell.”
Hmmm, I wondered:
Then why are we taught at an early age to tell time?

This is no time for timid hearts
For holding back your most precious gifts in the face of fear of retribution
For wedging yourself into a doorway while you wonder
if you are worthy of entrance
For sitting interminably on a fence whose only purpose is to
separate you from your very self
This is no time

This is no time to utter whatever from a place of rarefied observation
To be carried along buoyed by neither aim nor intention
To let life live you blithely while you relinquish your birthright of free will
To sanction guilt and obligation as they hold sway over your most fervent desires,
This is no time

This is no time for equivocation, for hedging and backsliding
For whimpering and decrying all that you have created
For playing victim to predators of any stripe, be they real or illusory
For abdicating personal responsibility in the face of a preponderance of evidence,
If ever there was a time, it is not now

For forthright declaration of your deepest truths
This is the time
For standing your ground for causes that bear the mantle of justice
This is the time
For fostering unadulterated freedom that rings out
above the screech of politics and posturing,
For inaugurating new byways of sustainable evolution
by lifting one hand after another
For redeeming without hesitation the wonderful that
you believed was gone forever
This, right now, is the time

This is not the time to take the bait of vulturous fearmongers
To withhold the emanations of your fracturing heart
To stockpile the succulent flowerings of your soul
To hurl at others the boomerang of judgment or culpability
(lest it return to its rightful owner)
This is not the time

If you have ever yearned to unleash your passions
Ached to be exponentially more than you have dared to be
Hungered for a greater humanity within and without
Longed for connection that defies the so-called bounds of time and space
And have known for eternity that you were born to be Love,

Today
Right here
Right now
It is time.

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