Return

"Please. . .do it for those who think they must hide,

numb, tame, tidy up, puff up, tamp down, down, down."

I am one of these in every comma...It's unsettling to be recognized.

I thought I would have learned more after all this time,

yet each of these found its mark down deep where I hide.

"do it because the world is dying from lying,

dying from caged truth--dying from too much of too much."

Dying from more than enough and never enough; 

from  "I must be greater, I must be greatest; 

the best of the best, and, mostly, better than you and you and you.

Incapable of entering the halls of equality.

"Do it because you are an undeniable work of art."

This is the line to etch into granite wherever you can.

To post on every mirror in your vicinity and

 every zoom call you appear in.  

Think it whenever you sign your name or log in.

Live into the truth of it.

It matters.

You matter.

 

Trusting Life

I would add, trusting yourself as you live your life.

Trust you will be aware of and open to growth and wisdom.

Trusting you will navigate with the best within you.

That your resiliance is growing through every event.

Trust that whatever happens, you will meet it with all you are capable of.

Trust that you are not alone no matter how lonely you're feeling.

Trust that help is available whenever you need it.

Trust that you don't have to be flawless...you don't have to know everything...

you are good and decent and that matters...you've got this...

We're in this together.

We are prevailing.

Namaste

 

Everywhere

The elegance and truth in these words pierces every defense

and denial inside of me, softening and strengthening at the same time.

I'm now on the look out for tiny stings that alert me to

something trying to fracture my fortress of fear,

to puncture my mindless programming,

 to alter my abrupt assumptions,

to euthanize my need to please;

to break my ice of nice;

and witness my own stark truth, 

in all it gore and glory...

without censure, edit or rewrite...

to behold and hold the agony and the ecstacy

and every layer between them.

Thank you for being here.

Namaste

 

Illogic

This pretty much sums it up.

Nothing to add but sadness and 

the persistence of resistance.

May it be so.

Namaste

 

The Erotics of Awe

While these words jarred me at first,

I've come to appreciate them more and more

each time I sit with them.

Believe me when I say, I would never have thought

of whispering prayers, or wishes, or imaginings 

to  mud.

However, the more I learn about the understory,

the more fascinating and fecund it becomes.

It's something that repels  and compels simultaneously.

Intricate happenings occur.

Happenings any human could consider 

worthy of high respect and attention.

This link provides some interesting facts I was not aware of:

https://ohmyfacts.com/animals/20-facts-about-worms/

I love to encounter knowledge that turns my 

biases upside down and inside out.

Thanks for being the miracle of you.

Until tomorrow.

 

Great Again

America still possesses all the attributes 

he names, and more so.

It's only one man along with the cadre that benefits

from playing along with his every whim;

 lying to him and for him about how things are going, 

who are blocking the view of the abundance of truth and goodness.

Along with the gullible who believe the theatrics are authentic.

(That number is shrinking.)

Meanwhile real people and our Earth, 

are grievously harmed by their actions.

We have the opportunity to show how

the power of money can be overwhelmed

with the potency of kindness, the fierceness of decency.

The force of goodness, the strength of equality.

The mightiness of diversity and inclusion.

America is still all those things and more...

this is a setback, but we are mighty in our determination..

Think it often, speak of it over lunch with coworkers,

Make it visible to our neighbors and friends.

Remind everyone we come in contact with.

Let our goodness smother the inferno

of division and dominion.

Together, we can do this.

Shalom

 

Let Go

Is it letting go or learning how to mediate the hard and the soft?

I think of how the monks touched so many lives with their walking.

Peace sits tightly wrapped up with turmoil in my chest,

thinking of the contradictions contained in today's world. 

I do know that when my mind is full of turmoil,

one of the best things I can do is walk...walk off the imbalance.

Turmoil ceases to tip the scale...a sense of steadiness returns.

And if you can't walk; dance, vacuum, weed the garden,

 paint something, cook something.... whatever centers you,

It's not so much letting go; more like accepting the hard realities;

acknowledging the contradictions...

and interceding for the side of dignity and decency.

Shifting your focus from the travails

to the marvel of being here in your miraculous body, 

on this astonishing planet, in the midst of this incredible universe.

Namaste