We walked.
You wore my chapeau
And pink
And leaned
To see something closer
And I did, too.
And it was art.
Today I walked
Alone
Where you were pink
And wore my deck.
(I’d forgotten
you were talking
to someone else
on the phone).*
And I wondered
Why we couldn’t
Walk that way
Again.
*Added the next day when I saw the photo of her wearing my hat … and talking on the phone.
Do you ever ask/
You: “What should I be doing?”/
What is the answer?
Come back! ‘Cuz if you/
don’t, at one-half century/
you’ll find you still must.
My straw hat got crushed/
on accident, but now it/
looks very natty.
Why not run? Why not/
Run? Why Not run? WHY not RUN?/
WHY NOT RUN?!? Why not?
The most important/
Game of the year and one huge/
Fan doesn’t care much.
When you spend your day/
in awe and hero worship,/
you write nothing new.
From YOUth,
my head-mind
ego-fed,
unkind,
spoke words
of doubt,
“you’re absurd”,
fear,
“you’re not dear”.
Each time I thought about
doing
saying
writing
joking
dancing
acting
laughing
being
open mic-ing,
improving,
anything-ing,
I’d hear:
“That’s stupid.”
“That’s immature.”
“You’re attention getting.”
“That’s weird.”
“Others will think you’re odd.”
“That’s embarrassing.”
“You’re absurd.”
“That’s not spiritual.”
“You’re a bad example.”
“You’re scary.”
“You’re juvenile.”
“What would Jesus do? NOT THAT!”
“You’re not good.”
“You’re evil.”
“You’re self-centered.”
“You’re a fool.”
For so long
I believed the voice,
the Angst,
the negative,
the stoppage,
until I was living
a blocked
shut-down,
fearing
life.
Then guides
invited me
to take an 8-inch
trip
down,
from my mind,
fearing,
name-calling,
ego,
to my heart.
I like journeys,
so I accepted
the invitation.
I took my hand
filled with thoughts
from my head,
and placed it
and them
on my heart.
There I felt
the warmth,
tenderness,
and love
growing from deep within.
As I heard-thought
those words
of fear
and rejection
and shame,
from my head,
my loving,
kind,
big,
gentle
heart
listened to them,
those embarrassment / hate words,
then simply,
calmly,
lovingly
but forcefully
whispered:
“Or not.”
I don’t want to “go /
there” because I’m enjoying/
here so much right now.
To all those who think /
there’s a Conspiracy:
What I say now may brink/
on pure heresy.
I’ve heard a lot/
what they have to share./
I’ll tell them what:/
I don’t really care!
I’d rather focus my time/
and attention/
on fixing myself;/
on mind, heart and soul reinvention.
For it’s best, when my changed self is unfurled,/
that I can join with God and help change my world.