Thursday, August 1, 2013

Way Down Deep


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Way down deep

Inside of it

The calmness

Begins to bubble

Like something

Is lurking under

Still waters…

 

Way down deep

At the heart of it

The feelings

Begin to jumble

Like something

Is in need of

My affection…

 

Way down deep

At the soul of it

The spirit

Begins to rumble

Like something

Is begging to be

Changed…

 

Way down deep

Where no one

Can see

Where no one

Looks

Where no one

Wanders…

Friday, July 26, 2013

How do i fly?




 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I look down at
Cement blocks
And feel the
Heaviness of
Myself.


I am stuck,
Trapped in
My own
Sense of
Fear and
Doubt.
 
 
Why can’t
I evolve
From
This?

 
I feel wings
Growing
From my
Sides

 
 And my
Spirit is
Ever
Lighter…


But as the
Baby bird
Is born
It has no
Concept of
Flight.
 
How do I
Do this
On my
Own?
 
Please
teach me
How to
fly.
 

7/25/2013

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Dance


 
 
 
If you could crawl inside a dance

You’d feel the twists and turns of movement

And the range of pure emotion

The music would take you places

You never thought you’d go

 
The lines and jumps and

Extensions,

A continuation of you…

Your story is that dance

And the show has only

Started


Your life will spill out

Onto that stage

And it will be beautiful,

Exhilarating,

Scary,

Educational,

Daunting,

Impossible…

 

But just as you

Dance and just as you move,

Your life will be yours

And your life will be

True.

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Charlotte's Web


I don’t like bugs.  I don’t like any form of bug or insect or arthropod or arachnid.  I realize they are each different “classifications” but to me they are all creepy things that I don’t want anywhere near me.  But I have noticed a change, perhaps an evolution, in my thinking about these creepy creatures.  As I have gotten older, I find myself hesitating before I step on, swat, smoosh, spray or otherwise terminate the life of a fly or an ant or a spider.  Where once I held the thought that bugs were nothing but a nuisance and an inconvenience and I had every right to remove them from existence…I now ask myself “what right do I have?”  That bug is not actually trying to bother me.  It is merely trying to live its life as it was meant to. It has no thought of me nor desire to hurt me.  It did not seek out to interrupt me and my ways.  If anything, I am the one interrupting. 

This epiphany led to my reaction to what most would consider a forgettable event.  One day, while heading out to do something completely insignificant, I noticed a spider web on my driver’s side mirror.  I won’t lie, my first reaction was to destroy it.  Spider = nuisance.  But I looked at her web, really looked at it.  It was so miraculous, like a work of art.  I thought about how hard she must have worked on that web.  And now she was sleeping somewhere inside that mirror…waiting for morning, for a new day and all that it holds.  How could I interrupt that?

I left her and the web alone.  I went to do my insignificant thing.  As I drove around town I kept a close eye on the web.  Miraculously, it withstood the wind and the elements and by the time I got home, it was mostly intact along with the food she had trapped.  I was amazed at the strength of that web, amazed at the strength in something so delicate. 

Days passed and the spider, which I had now named Charlotte, was still living in my driver’s side mirror.  Every night she made a new web and each one was beautiful.  Sometimes her webs were small yet functional and other times they were huge and elaborate.  I felt guilty every time I went  somewhere in which  I had to drive over 40 mph.  Charlotte’s webs couldn’t withstand the higher speeds.  By the time I got home, the web and all of its food was gone.  But every night, she would rebuild that web.  Sometimes I would go out just to watch her weaving.  And I wondered if she knew I was there.

I thought to myself, why did Charlotte choose my car?  A moving vehicle is not the best of homes for a spider.  That’s when I realized that she had no concept of the human world or of our trivial things.  She didn’t know she was living inside a car window.  She was just living.  She was just doing what she does.  Just as I was doing what I do.  It occurred to me the imbalance of our lives.  Here I am worrying about money and career and relationships…worrying about what people think of me.  And Charlotte…she is not worrying, she is living.  She is forever in the moment of life and being the very thing she was born to be.  It suddenly became clear who was interrupting who.

This morning I woke up and it was a day like every other day.  I walked to my car to set out on another insignificant journey.  I looked to see Charlotte’s new web and there was nothing.  Only a few strings, still stuck to the window, left from the day before.  There was no new web, no new miracle.  Charlotte was gone.  Either she left or she died.  Either way, I’m sad. 

Life is one of those things that require you to evolve before you can know and understand.  There are so many smaller things that are bigger than us.  A bug might be a nuisance but still it is a miracle.  Like each one of us.  We each have a nature and a purpose and we are all interconnected and part of the same beautiful world.  Consider this next time you swat a fly or step on an ant or interrupt the web of a spider.


“Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.” ~ E.B. White

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Tree


 
 
 
 
 
There is something

Dark and mysterious

About a tree-

The way it twists and

Tangles

And bends with

The wind.

The way it changes

And dies and

Is born again.

For each ring

Exists a story,

Waiting to be

Told-

Another dream

Beneath its

Branches…

 

To lie quietly

Under a tree

Flat on your back

And wondering,

To invite its

Leaves to come

To you

And offer

Something new. 

 

To sense the sadness

Of the tree

The way its leaves are

Weeping…

And yet the tree

Comforts you

In your time of

Need.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Niceties

Niceties


Are as abundant

As weeds…

As boring as

“How are you?”



Do you really

Give a shit

About

Me?



This world is

Turning

As fast as

You’re little

Head

Can spin…



Are you up

For it?



Do you even know

What direction

The world is

Spinning?



Do you even

Know which world

Is ours?



Third rock from

The sun,

A lucky

Accident…



And life happened

And life evolved…



And with all your

Religion and faith

And knowledge

And reason…



This is the best

You could do?

Sunday, April 22, 2012

About a Boy.

 

And here with my voice
I try to speak
But the words,
They won’t come out.

They are trapped deep
Beneath me
In a place that I call
Home.

It is hard for me
To get to them
They are jumbled
By so much noise.

If you give me a
Moment to think
Stop talking as though
I’m not here…

I might have
Something to say
If you can read my
Eyes.

You think it hard
To deal with me
Ever think of how I
Deal with you?

You want to mold
Me into something familiar
Because it makes you
Feel safe.

But there is no safety in
My world
Everyone is always
Coming at me.

Telling me,
Expecting me,
Wishing I was
Someone different.

I never asked you
To be anything
Other than
Who you are.

I know that every
Tuesday
You will be here
At 7:30

I know what you
Will be wearing
And I know
How you will smell

But most of all
I will know
That you really
Want to be here.

Please know
That I want
You here
Too.