Stay with it.
Sit down if it's easier to see eye to eye.
Embrace it.
Take a deep breath to pull its essence inside.
Observe it.
As you start to see it clearly you will notice it is a sheep in wolf's clothing.
Take in its beauty.
Place your ear on its soft fur and smell the warm spring sun reflect off its coat.
The blind side of discomfort is love.
Tuesday, November 8, 2016
Tuesday, November 1, 2016
How to Find Your Way Home
Home is where you feel warm
where you can smile and weep
where you take your true form
close your eyes and breathe deep
Welcome home.
where you can smile and weep
where you take your true form
close your eyes and breathe deep
Welcome home.
Thursday, October 20, 2016
Liquid Peace
It's not something you drink
In fact most people
tilt
their
head
up
to
the
sky
To avoid
any
of
it
spilling out
POUR IT ALL OVER YOUR FACE
Sop it up with joyous
flapping
like a happy wet dog
If you like, wear it on your sleeve
But I prefer to absorb the saline goodness
through my cheeks
Soaking it into all of the internal ropes
I've pulled so tight
Easing them up a bit
How you wear your face is your call
Try soaking in your own personal epsom salt facial
Maybe it'll help you
UNTIE SOME KNOTS
In fact most people
tilt
their
head
up
to
the
sky
To avoid
any
of
it
spilling out
POUR IT ALL OVER YOUR FACE
Sop it up with joyous
flapping
like a happy wet dog
If you like, wear it on your sleeve
But I prefer to absorb the saline goodness
through my cheeks
Soaking it into all of the internal ropes
I've pulled so tight
Easing them up a bit
How you wear your face is your call
Try soaking in your own personal epsom salt facial
Maybe it'll help you
UNTIE SOME KNOTS
Wicked Witch
Remember the Wicked Witch?
She was made of walls
At first they started inside
Around her heart
She thought they wanted to rip it out
But they were looking for warmth
The kind that builds on itself when an individual's internal incinerator
Is connected to another's
Like an energetic interlocking web of roots
Sharing what their limbs pull from the air
One of those one plus one equals three things
But she took no chances
She had no time for risky business
Too busy taking power to receive it
But then she thought, what of their breath?
To avoid a reaction to their respiration
She built a wall around her lungs,
Tightening her breath
They tried to show her love with food
But she was afraid to absorb their aura
So she turned her stomach upside-down and
Built and wall around it
To get to know her they asked about her interests
But she worried they would see weakness
To take advantage of
So she pulled her Adam's Apple to the bottom of her throat
And enclosed it inside walls
When they couldn't get her to talk to them
They told their own tales of temptations and thorns
So she clogged up her ears as if she was
On the highest mountaintop
And built a wall around them
In one final attempt they organized a walk
Through the most gorgeous gardens in town, and
Invited her
But she worried that time amongst the people
Walking with them
Might allow them to fear her less
So she built a wall
Around her
Entire body
So that no one could see her
With this, the group finally left her alone.
But Dorothy, who could see the goodness in her, told them to wait outside the door.
When they finally left, the Wicked Witch thought she would feel relieved. But with each wall she built she had caged herself further, restricting her own movement and causing tremendous tension. With everyone gone, the silence felt hollow and her body felt weak.
To try to relax, she laid down and serially sighed. She looked up at the ceiling suspiciously seeking out the source of the leak which had dripped on her face, but the ceiling was dry. Liquid was pouring from her eyes and melting the walls she put up. She scanned the room for the offending onion with no luck. She was able to breathe deeply again, but could only breathe in with jerky movements like a backfiring car while moaning like an oversized muffler. Uncontrollably, all but one of her walls quickly melted away. Her heart was still safe in its self-imposed casing.
Dorothy, who had heard the sobbing, went back in alone. She saw the Witch, no longer dressed in her scary costume, vulnerability and all. Upon seeing Dorothy, the Witch popped up, ready for battle. But before she could strike, Dorothy charged her, wrapped her in her arms and pressed her ear against the Witch. She could hear the Witch's heart slowing down.
The Witch raised her arm to strike, but felt something odd. It felt like sitting next to the fireplace, only it was radiating from inside of her. Her skin went soft along with her brow line. Dorothy's embrace had melted her last and final wall.
She felt more powerful than ever, capable of anything, fearing nothing.
But she saw a strange discoloration on her arm, creeping down her sleeve; and when she rolled it up she saw that her green skin was fading rapidly. It was flowing out from underneath her clothing and changing her. The strangeness of it caused her to push Dorothy away in shock.
But as her final stretch of green faded away, she realized it was the first time she could remember feeling at peace. As she wrapped Dorothy back into her heart she was a new person.
She was ready to receive the world.
She was made of walls
At first they started inside
Around her heart
She thought they wanted to rip it out
But they were looking for warmth
The kind that builds on itself when an individual's internal incinerator
Is connected to another's
Like an energetic interlocking web of roots
Sharing what their limbs pull from the air
One of those one plus one equals three things
But she took no chances
She had no time for risky business
Too busy taking power to receive it
But then she thought, what of their breath?
To avoid a reaction to their respiration
She built a wall around her lungs,
Tightening her breath
They tried to show her love with food
But she was afraid to absorb their aura
So she turned her stomach upside-down and
Built and wall around it
To get to know her they asked about her interests
But she worried they would see weakness
To take advantage of
So she pulled her Adam's Apple to the bottom of her throat
And enclosed it inside walls
When they couldn't get her to talk to them
They told their own tales of temptations and thorns
So she clogged up her ears as if she was
On the highest mountaintop
And built a wall around them
In one final attempt they organized a walk
Through the most gorgeous gardens in town, and
Invited her
But she worried that time amongst the people
Walking with them
Might allow them to fear her less
So she built a wall
Around her
Entire body
So that no one could see her
With this, the group finally left her alone.
But Dorothy, who could see the goodness in her, told them to wait outside the door.
When they finally left, the Wicked Witch thought she would feel relieved. But with each wall she built she had caged herself further, restricting her own movement and causing tremendous tension. With everyone gone, the silence felt hollow and her body felt weak.
To try to relax, she laid down and serially sighed. She looked up at the ceiling suspiciously seeking out the source of the leak which had dripped on her face, but the ceiling was dry. Liquid was pouring from her eyes and melting the walls she put up. She scanned the room for the offending onion with no luck. She was able to breathe deeply again, but could only breathe in with jerky movements like a backfiring car while moaning like an oversized muffler. Uncontrollably, all but one of her walls quickly melted away. Her heart was still safe in its self-imposed casing.
Dorothy, who had heard the sobbing, went back in alone. She saw the Witch, no longer dressed in her scary costume, vulnerability and all. Upon seeing Dorothy, the Witch popped up, ready for battle. But before she could strike, Dorothy charged her, wrapped her in her arms and pressed her ear against the Witch. She could hear the Witch's heart slowing down.
The Witch raised her arm to strike, but felt something odd. It felt like sitting next to the fireplace, only it was radiating from inside of her. Her skin went soft along with her brow line. Dorothy's embrace had melted her last and final wall.
She felt more powerful than ever, capable of anything, fearing nothing.
But she saw a strange discoloration on her arm, creeping down her sleeve; and when she rolled it up she saw that her green skin was fading rapidly. It was flowing out from underneath her clothing and changing her. The strangeness of it caused her to push Dorothy away in shock.
But as her final stretch of green faded away, she realized it was the first time she could remember feeling at peace. As she wrapped Dorothy back into her heart she was a new person.
She was ready to receive the world.
Monday, October 10, 2016
I Declare Jubilee
You may not know this
I have paid my debt to you
I have paid you 1,000 times over
I don't owe you anymore
I have worked tirelessly for years
sometimes through the night
to make sure
I reviewed every scent
You had long forgotten?
An unrecognizable speck in your rear view
A waste of oxygen to recall it
I have been observing it
through a telescope
Three words in the mirror and my telescope vanishes
I forgive me
I have paid my debt to you
I have paid you 1,000 times over
I don't owe you anymore
I have worked tirelessly for years
sometimes through the night
to make sure
I reviewed every scent
You had long forgotten?
An unrecognizable speck in your rear view
A waste of oxygen to recall it
I have been observing it
through a telescope
Three words in the mirror and my telescope vanishes
I forgive me
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
What To Say
What would you say to the flower
for the deep belly breath
of the smell
of home?
What would you say to the ocean
for the safety of sweet soothing
sizzles
to calm any storm?
What would you say to the breeze
for electrifying your body
with a
gentle brush?
What would you say to your favorite food
for allowing your lips
to
slow down time?
What would you say to the butterfly
whose beauty provides
unquenchable
wonder?
I love you
for the deep belly breath
of the smell
of home?
What would you say to the ocean
for the safety of sweet soothing
sizzles
to calm any storm?
What would you say to the breeze
for electrifying your body
with a
gentle brush?
What would you say to your favorite food
for allowing your lips
to
slow down time?
What would you say to the butterfly
whose beauty provides
unquenchable
wonder?
I love you
Monday, September 12, 2016
Native Nourishment
A black velvet flying carpet washes over us as we sleep
Foreigners stay up late into the night crackling acoustic sparks into the cavernous silence
Light spills into our eyes, surprising even the birds, causing them to clear their throats as if they were already awake
We both roll outward like a creaky old drawbridge making way for the passage of our telepathic geriatric squint to acknowledge we have mirrored feelings
After a few minutes of clumsily preparing nourishment like a pair of drunken blindfolded bears we slice through the heavy cloak of the natural night to regain control of our bodies
We coerce our frozen robot limbs to approach the trailhead
The vigorous exercise of scrunching our foreheads, tilting our chins up and pushing our retina to the top reaches of our eye sockets to analyze the ascent thaws our bones
We drop layers like a pair of excited teenagers until the cold nibbles
The heat of burning the previous day's fuel and the cool sharp mountain air blend our bodies with peaceful purpose as we feed our Ancestral Need.
Foreigners stay up late into the night crackling acoustic sparks into the cavernous silence
Light spills into our eyes, surprising even the birds, causing them to clear their throats as if they were already awake
We both roll outward like a creaky old drawbridge making way for the passage of our telepathic geriatric squint to acknowledge we have mirrored feelings
After a few minutes of clumsily preparing nourishment like a pair of drunken blindfolded bears we slice through the heavy cloak of the natural night to regain control of our bodies
We coerce our frozen robot limbs to approach the trailhead
The vigorous exercise of scrunching our foreheads, tilting our chins up and pushing our retina to the top reaches of our eye sockets to analyze the ascent thaws our bones
We drop layers like a pair of excited teenagers until the cold nibbles
The heat of burning the previous day's fuel and the cool sharp mountain air blend our bodies with peaceful purpose as we feed our Ancestral Need.
Let Yourself Take Shape
The waves of shadows blow towards me
Leaving sparkles of glitter flashing off like a million excited fans
To see the light
You must face the dark
Let the water mold you
Resist and it will unleash a barrage of endless attack
Invite it in and let it gently re-form you
Then you no longer have to be whipped by wind
Take the shape nature intended
Leaving sparkles of glitter flashing off like a million excited fans
To see the light
You must face the dark
Let the water mold you
Resist and it will unleash a barrage of endless attack
Invite it in and let it gently re-form you
Then you no longer have to be whipped by wind
Take the shape nature intended
Cool Blood
Thank you
Sizzling
Waters
Thank you
To my
everlasting internal scaffolding of bone enveloped by organs, flesh and blood
which push equals gravity’s pull,
except when it’s time to grow
Thank you
To my
self-healing, elastic onion layers of wrapping paper skin which have the
strength to hold it all together
and the flexibility to move as needed
Thank you
To the
unknown alchemist who methodically mixes my perfect pot of elemental soup, while
executing the precise air traffic control of alphabets in and alphabets out
Thank you
To the automated
accordion player always on cue, pulling Os from thin air and releasing them
with Cs, the length of whose notes drive the orchestra’s pitch
Thank you
To the
one-two beat from the iron pump drummer, going day and night listening attentively
to the needs to his neighbors, pumping powerfully when asked and quietly when
untasked
Thank you
To the
drummer’s cousins, the non-stop nannies never complaining while they flush the
maestro’s many vices and bad habits
Thank you
To the
90% of the wrinkly gray maestro who takes care of 99% of the coordination and
goings on, and would do 100% if the other 10% of him wasn’t too busy to listen.
Thanks for Making ME
The glaring sunset in your eyes
Honey so thick you have to scoop out the comb
The single solitary stone perched on the edge of the cliff
The old overweight naked masked dancer
The shoe-throwing Iraqi assassin
The friend who tells you you're fatThe ferocious growl of a lion-suited child
The kitty with no time for your pretenses
The protest that made your commute three hours longer
The mustard stain on the shirt from your closet
YOU know what happens if you put your hand in the mouth of a hungry tiger.
Honey so thick you have to scoop out the comb
The single solitary stone perched on the edge of the cliff
The old overweight naked masked dancer
The shoe-throwing Iraqi assassin
The friend who tells you you're fatThe ferocious growl of a lion-suited child
The kitty with no time for your pretenses
The protest that made your commute three hours longer
The mustard stain on the shirt from your closet
YOU know what happens if you put your hand in the mouth of a hungry tiger.
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