Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, had a hammer named Mjölnir. Mjölnir was considered a fierce weapon that could level mountains and summon lightning with every blow. In this poetry blog, every Thursday, (Thor’s Day), Mjölnir will forge only song - sing of the mysteries and beauties of the world.

Thursday, January 18, 2024

THE NAIL*

All there is 
is the nail.

In other words,
the present moment. 

The present is 
what grounds us

to our lives.
It is really 

all we can
hold on to.

Any imagined framing 
we impose on to

experience, which
is usually mixed with 

a fixation on 
the past 

or the future,
is merely artifice.

Nothing is really
ever what we think

it will be.
Not courage.

Not fear.
Not love. 

Not anger.
Not even 

mindfulness
or compassion.

Take the picture
off the wall.

Stare into the faded  
blank space that remains

and the nail hovering 
above it.

This is all we have.
Let the rest go,

the framing
the wiring and mounts.

Embrace the emptiness
of what is.

*Inspired by Pema Chödrön's, 
When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times

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