Everything is dripping
She thinks
Even crafts half created
hang from driftwood
Tied to dirty windows
Sunlight dangling
In wait,
No modesty
In that which she despises
Inspired by what is not hers
Loses luster
Dented with lament
This moment with this
Shitty piece
Hyperfixated on
What it is not
Thoughts of
What else is not
Stick themselves here too
Art,
Like a fart
She cannot
Will it to pass
But still, there is discomfort
The ruckus that rattles inside my mind
Hiding from a center I cannot find
I fidget and fixate
Distracted, then I ruminate
Until a new question arrives:
Is it this that which I must illuminate?
Perhaps there is a power here
A truth-telling to make it all clear
Injustice abounding everywhere we look
Complicit inaction leaves us shook
Another consideration:
Do I need to write a book?
Intentional with the pause, I dwell in hope
Great potential warms the pools of this trope
Elements of a bridge assembling soon
Working covertly, under the light of the moon
The wisest action now:
Listen...for the tune of the rune.
When the cataclysmic chaos of today
Breaks your heart into a myriad of pieces
You cannot bend over to retrieve
Because the walls loom larger
Moving in fast, there's no reprieve.
Lost in the weeds,
Anxiety breeds
Something that can be sure:
Open your own divine door.
Squeezed in between
What is obvious and unseen-
Newfound nonsense, daily doing and
Absurdity realized
Surreal stickiness inside of purpose paralyzed
Inaction can be an
Act of Resistance
(When applied with Intention)
Habit is a creative invention
With permission to unplug, undo, slow down....
STOP.
Long enough to feel, to look, to see, to know
What is most wholesome, what is truly Wise
Hatefulness and Haste, alignment's demise
I get it, I know, this is a lot, like WHOA,
Spinning wheels in a muck of nowhere to go
We must remember our Divine Doorway
Waiting to be found
Hand on heart, space in the mind
It is here that we enter,
It is here that we ground
Breathing in, we find our strength
Breathing out, we release fear
Breathing in, we conjure access
Breathing out, we're already here
This doorway offers us a place to rest
To ponder hope, before the next test
On the other side of the breath
The opening, a clear walk-through
Stepping into your own vastness
You can reclaim your real "you"
Liquified walls, we swim through pain
Suffering is only part of existence
In our True Nature, we learn to contain
Waves of what does not serve you
Waves of what does not serve them
Pause now, right now-
BREATHE
1.....2.....3.......
Turn off the tsunami of thoughts,
Then pick up your own pen.
Telling your own truth,
All a brush-stroked story.
When again, you lose your way
Find your doorway back to glory
Signage marked: "It will be okay"
Just keep going
Just keep growing
Just keeping knowing
The mighty breath whispering the password
To the Divine Door,
This is where we go to
To remember there is always more
