Is she dramatic or is she unseen?
Is she descriptive or is she well-practiced in explaining herself
where she doesn’t need to?
I’d rather love people
and understand the things behind them
that makes them act the way they do-
then to attempt to punish anyone or thing.
Who am I but someone who has seen and felt such similar things
and different things, too?
I can’t imagine your world or experience,
nor can you mine.
Things are never quite what we assume.
But where we have the same heart and human instincts to survive
and to be loved-
this is enough to keep us together,
never losing sight that it really never is person against person,
but a pattern versus a pattern-
rooted somewhere in survival.
We don’t need to exist along the earth hurting ourselves and others in our denial, anymore.
We can slow down, breathe more than ever and gather ourselves up from our feet on the floor;
Shaking free unknowable beliefs and all that we’ve gathered as we pass through the door
to do what we really want-
following the feeling of love and pleasure once more.
It’s been years-
these realms of pleasure and delight
might react in fright,
they haven’t seen you since you were a child.
But pursue them, nonetheless-
the power they hold and possess
to undress you of all the things that don’t serve you-
this alone could free a whole city.
Move into pleasure and trust-
in this age you must-
What else could pull you in,
when you don’t look within-
such feet don’t stay grounded on the floor as much anymore.
It’s not a war;
It’s something stranger.
We’ve lost all sense,
it seems,
so we can build anew.
Let’s lay flowers and poetry all within it,
learning to listen when someone speaks-
un-bombarded by unobserved reactive instincts shouting out from inner wounding.
Don’t expect it not to bleed in denial-
instead lay in your own fortress of self-healing, loving and observation,
until divinity may deliver you gently at your next station-
for you to enjoy freely without the shackles and binds,
of what holds you from behind-
it’s safe to let go, now.