Poems, gathered by the month.
It's the normal moments The groggy good morning mumbles And the good nights slipping from lips as heavy as the eye lids Where we get to…
The tenderness Of pain The depths at which we go to continue it To deepen it Not wanting to and yet Carving away, deepening, strengthening,…
A good trigger A triggered moment Lays bare attachment and aversion An unveiling so to speak A buffet Of shit I don't wanna eat That I…
First lesson This body won't be as it is forever To move slow To learn slowness To allow for slowness Now No need to wait Had the first…
A sweetness To bear the unbearable To bare To the unbarable How do we do it She asked I don't know But we do
Life just isn't so separate Addressing one thing Feels like it addresses all others And not tending to another Feels like not tending to…
The tenderness Of pain The depths at which we go to continue it To deepen it Not wanting to and yet Carving away, deepening, strengthening, digging A Mariana Trench And yet We don't need to We could do something different Stop fighting And give rise To a mind that sees the flower And the buds The pattering of rain The sweet, tender, soft kiss The first light of morning
Titrating birth and death With each arising moment Comes an opportunity to witness And experience its death It's passing away Falling away With an open palm And spread fingers Slip through Tumble as far as possible Until it's picked up yet again Or not I must see for myself This is no small birth or death For it is what is most important to me It's literally me My judgements, thoughts, likes, dislikes My stories My narratives When that falls away So do I I can only fall for as long as I can resist finding something to hold onto It's this holding on That gives rise to life To me Root and branch give rise to separate leaves And yet each must return to the great reality
Oh how i, you, us, we Condition one another How we hurt one another Fear and misunderstanding Assumptions and separation Delusion and how we twist twine into rope In order to bring justice A hanging justified Eyes blind folded Bandana folded by closed eyes Scared, tired, weary and wildly eyes Oh how we can condition one another How we can heal one another Patience in our interconnectedness Clarity and kindness within our frustration, within our anger, within our temptation to hurt, to tear down, to tie up Oh how we can undo the knots In order to reveal that it's all the same thread Eyes wide open Hearts pumping with fear Alive and awake We can face it Scared, tired, weary and wildly Oh how you, I, us, we can face it It's no thing but a we thing And oh how we can face it
An ending flows Into another beginning Ceaselessly turning Shifting sands And each grain a moment Where to begin? Where to end? Not one place to look And yet A glimpse Yoo-hoo!