this morning
during my meditation
focusing on my centering thought
Through rest and play, I open my creative channel
focusing on my Sanskrit mantra
Om Anandham Nama
My actions are blissfully free from attachment to outcome
focusing on my breath
focusing
letting the thoughts float in and out
not serving them tea
focusing on relaxing
ignoring what she said
focusing on my breath
ignoring what I said
focusing too much
ignoring each click tick tick of my brain
tick
should I be working this hard
focusing?
my actions aren’t always blissfully free from attachment to outcome
I’m plugged in
to the outcome
I’m plugged in
to how I’m getting me there
I’m plugged in
unconscious even
someone or something or both
have more of me then I’m willing to give
I need that back
that piece of me
I’ve given away to
her
them
the giggle
gaggle
of women men groups others
that piece I’ve given away
I’d like that back please
thank you
I open the door
The smell of cut grass and wet earth
washes over me
I bend
into myself
I flip outside
upside-down
into the day
I grab a tree branch
trapeze myself
somersault
up
to land
cordless on the lift of cloud
I look down
No line
No note
No tone
No chord
Just my song
Bye-bye
I sing
Bye-bye
Bye-bye
Sweet crazy swirling
velvet sky stretch me humble and whole
happy cartwheel slices
I am unrestrained, unbowdlerized
gritty open soft
pulling sweet
coursing through my own arteries capillaries veins
streams of me
flowering creative flushing flows of me
whistling energy surging gushes of me
painting the sky
purple red blue pink green
Below
I catch
in the corner of my eye
a frayed line spark
and the sky glows
orange
Recent Comments