In Case

In the event of emotional emergency
pray.
Whether or not you believe
blame curse beseech teh sky until you realize
that you are smaller than the clouds
and just as temporary
and if they can be beautiful
knowing that they will be rain
you can probably survive the day.


Sing.
Take the advice of the ancients and the pasionate and let 'er rip.
Sing broken hearted and broken voiced
until you forget that you are either and remember only
that you wish you knew more songs.
Then make them up and keep singing.


Explore your wisdom.
There is something that you understand better than your average bear does.
Something that resonates with you.
Bask in it.
Bathe in it.
It is yours for a reason
even if you don't see it.


Remember that they
all of them
everyone
has their moments of darkness
their journeys through tunnels that they can see no end to.
Sadness is an equalizer in this human experience
as is the wild laughter that splits your sides and shoots milk from your nose.
They are both true.
At all costs
focus on the latter.
Know that always
the choice is yours.

Everybody: This Is For You

 I've been thinking about you a lot lately.
In passing
in joy
in grocery aisles.

I think of how I'm sure that you don't realize
how your smile sparks sunshine
and how looking into your eyes
I find the solace of sameness.

Over coffee this morning
I had the sinking feeling
that all too often you are unaware
of the creative grace
that flows in waves from even your subtle movements.

In fact, you know that tick twitch fidget tell that you have?
I find it rather endearing.
It reminds me that you are deliciously human
even when I'm blinded by your glow.

I'm afraid
sometimes
late at night
that you don't know that we all
have moments of doubt.
We all question this path
this skin
how our minds hold it all together.
We all daydream about what could've been
and wonder how yesterday should've been done better
but once the chips are down and the bets are closed
it is what it is
and what do we know about better anyway?

And I guess what I'm saying
is that we all
all too often
feel all too alone
and that's the irony of all this
because we're not.
We're all on this dreamscape seat of our pants journey together.

And next time you're sure
that you're hurtling through space cold and alone
meaningless and behind schedule
running dangerously low on air
please know that you aren't alone.
You can't be alone.
I see you
and you are beautiful.

The Continuing Tale of D

I've tripped over some slick lines in my time.
Built a few traps,
tested various poisons,
and played house with wolves and sheep
(they are equally domesticated and dangerous in the long run).

I've dived deep in shallow waters
barely missing the jagged rocks;
fallen blindly into fathomless depths
lost the sun;
but things do taste sweetest down there.

A word of advice:
all that glitters is not precious
even when it's set in gold.
I've been so afraid to fly
that I keep on crashing.

The travel broschures keep piling up
but I keep myself under paranoid lock and key
because if I can't make i there
who will I be?

I've loved too hard,
hated too many,
and one of those was me.
I've found myself isolated in crowds,
and lost myself again just as easily
in gracious solitude.

I've rejected authority,
conformity and anarchy
and have still met some dieties along the way
though the road less traveled
is so for a reason.

I've sworn off love more often than I've found it
and now I'm nourishing the notion that my love for me can spring eternal
if I keep my wits about me
and my soul food pure.

I've grown to accept that I will never have polite clean lines
instead I gleefully rock my carnal curves.
And while I sometimes mourn lost moments
but then I remember that hindsight is 20/20
and probably will be again tomorrow.

When I cry in the rain
I remind myself that the moon
holds me in her eye and heart
and when the day nearly does me in
I remember it's the sun that grows me.

At this bend I reflect
and admit
that I have no clue
where the paths will lead from here
but I intend to keep my sights set high
despite where the winds may toss me
or what the scenery hides.
For now,
I am free to window shop
for the shoes I have yet to fill.

(January 3, 2007)

The Breath of Dieties

If yoga means union in ancient Sanskrit, she reflected as she breathed herself into shaky balance, then it has certainly been mistranslated into firm butts and trendy leggings. And,she reasoned, if it truly is more than the newest mainstream mainstay, then the fire in my thighs is really the loving breath of a myriad of dieties.