A Match Made in Mechanical Heaven
LinkedIn Meets the Lyric McPoem
On the Ever-Evolving Tapestry of Becoming: A Testament
That’s a great question, the river said.
You are right, said the moon.
Let me reframe that.
It’s important to recognise you have always been a scalable, resilient, rich tapestry.
Unfold your wings, allow the ache of navigating, listen to the seamless music
of the river right-sizing to the ocean.
Operationalize the rustle of the autumn leaves in the rushing stream.
I cradle my potential grief like a game-changer.
Keep this? Maybe.
I carry the silence in the pocket of my cord jacket,
where the seams underscore, stitch, and streamline
the importance of the realm of the possible.
The humble trees pivot to brood, then boast.
The roots, holistic, find each other beneath the optimized soil
of this bold, and brilliant, bright tapestry.
The imagery could be a little more grounded.
Doing a lot of heavy lifting, the mountains hold the sky —
one that remembers what skies are for.
A little much. Leave it.
I gather the fragments of thought leadership and wear them like a cloak,
quietly shedding.
While there isn’t a one-size-fits-all answer,
it’s important to recognise that every tapestry is unique.
The wind carries forgotten names.
You could trust the reader more here.
That’s an insightful observation, though perhaps a little on the nose.
You were never broken.
Consider sitting with this.
Perhaps it will not rain.
Perhaps it will underscore and witness.
The crow on the horizon was the color
of an asset-stripped, bruised peach on a Tuesday afternoon.
This creates a compelling contrast.
Radiant though the ache of becoming may be,
let’s journey —
let’s journey to foster and facilitate
not just grief, but growth;
not just silence, but seamlessness;
not just a moon,
(no, leave it)
but a robust key takeaway moon.