You Keep Waiting

"The world doesn't need your perfection.

It needs your truth."

These words strike me like lightening,

shaking me up in ways I do not relish.

I start to feel like I'm standing in the courtroom

accused of wrong doing in the matters that matter most to me

and the question repeats:  What is your truth?

So much of what I do these days is about trusting.

And, I confess, that trust is being SEVERELY tested.

That is until I take myself out of feelings of failure, 

fearful imaginings, and terrified expectations into the woods

where the trees stand solid and undisturbed...

(for the time being at least.)

The giant rocks rest steady and strong, for now.  

None of them perturbed

by future or past happenings.

Its all temporary and I'm doing my best.

I remind the accusing voices inside

their job is done...the verdict rendered...

innocent. 

 Handcuffs removed, suspect is free to go. 

The truth as I see it is, I'm here.

For some reason I can't always fathom with clarity;

 I trust that however I find myself operating

matters, even when I can't explain myself properly.

"Making art in the middle of the mess."

Namaste'