Category Archives: Poetry

Crossroads

 

Losing grounding

In scheduled chaos.

I want to trust

and find over and over again,

fear. 

Of what?

Commitment.

Danger

of

certainty.

Yet you seek security?

What strength can be gained from forever in flux?

Let the dawn come over you.

You are not the dawn, though the dawn is you.

The earth is you.

You are not the earth, though the earth is you.

Let it come creeping, slowly, with you, awake.

We all wake up too fast in this

rush rush culture.

To hear the cars outside my window,

is a disappointment,

a terrible way to be woken.

Alarm clock honking,

sounding, even through

the dark cold winter,

when we should all rest some more

to save for summer

when light is long.

Death it awaits and waits,

We think.  Or does it wait at all?

In every minute death is there,

and life in equal parts.

It is our choice to see death and life,

and to dance, alive, in bodies,

full of time.

Sit in a cafe and watch the people around you,

immersed in their lives.

With x-ray vision see their beating hearts.

Each one different, but serving the same function.

We are walking heart beats.

Harbor no fear in those dark places,

instead  choose life and light

in every moment.

Then we will be with death too,

and walk lightly amongst the living.

 

We are born whole,

And then slowly broken into pieces. 

For some this cracking is swift and violent,

For others it takes years.

Still for others the cracks may never be seen.

 

This falling apart.

It is a part of life.

But life isn’t pieces,

We just see it that way,

Because we are not taught

To look for wholes.

Only holes.

 

Holes in the fabric of our lives,

In our selves,

In our minds.

In our bodies.

Holes masked as

 

Emptiness,

Lacking,

Fear,

Suffering,

Privilege

Self doubt,

Self deprecation

Resentment,

Oppression.

 

All these break us,

Takes away that whole child

We once were.

 

Until one day,

We wake up.

And we can see,

The cracks filling with the light,

The pieces pulling back into place.

 

The new  journey begins

and we let life put us together again. 

 

 

All Around You

 

You don’t have to be alone.

It’s silly to think you are.

You are never alone,

all around you the earth is conscious,

all around you the trees hear your thoughts,

and answer your prayers if you  listen.

The Mess

 

There is no mess,

there is only here and now, past and future.

You are not a mess, you are fine.

You are beautiful.

 

Though it feels like walking in circles,

like muddled repetition,

you are a butterfly born over and over each day,

crawling from your cocoon, seeing the way forward in each moment.

 

Stablity doesn’t exist.

Except the ground beneath your feet,

the rock against your back,

the tree holding you strong.

Let yourself be held.

I am crushed bones.

A flower stepped on by a brown leather business shoe, in a cold black gutter.

Above my lying still body, the moon is almost full.

Its light is masked by the glow of a street lamp.

My eyes, like petals, stare up into a well-lit sky.

Above, an airplane.

Passengers looking out round windows,

to see a landscape of light.

Car wheels pass.

And I am still breathing.