The pieces are jagged,
they don’t align.
I can’t make heads from tails,
you flip please,
when the jagged pieces are less like a puzzle and more like
Love,
Your Higher Self
They said it was a passing phase,
and it was,
it’s all temporary,
breathe into the darkest of places and the lost spaces inside of you,
It was raining,
I wanted to be wrong before I could even think of being right,
but I didn’t know how.
It was raining,
I wanted to color everywhere but inside the lines,
but I didn’t know how.
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And with conviction,
we stand upon the mountain of our becoming and learn what it means to be humbled.
for as long as we believe it to be so,
and so we start the week with compassion and with grace
In the mornings I smell summer,
the thermometer isn’t quite there yet, but my body knows,
the heat is coming soon.
But we are not there yet.
For that matter, I am not there yet.
This could be a very long lifetime of “getting there” if I perceive myself as
never arriving anywhere,
on the subway or while singing in the shower
Sometimes I am slow and steady,
sometimes I find I’m nearly losing whatever race I’ve convinced myself that
me against me,
me against you,
me against the clock,
me against 17 year old me,
me against 50 year old me.
Losing battle, losing we always are losing
who we are in the here and now.
Unsalted. Raw. Crunchy.
The almonds sit awkwardly on top of the rice cake.
The routine of another day sits before me, and I know it.
This could be like any other Wednesday,
this could be like any other week in early May, with little to no excitement,
with little to no oomph and va va voom.
Or it could be sensational.
Or it could be Unsalted. Raw. Crunchy.
It could be awkward in the best way possible,
Where are you hiding?
I ask my courage that sometimes,
all at once.
Has my courage decided it must take cover under my bed,
like a kitten during a thunderstorm?
I claim to want the big life and the big love,
but when it comes to making the biggest moves of all,
am I up for the challenge
This feels familiar,
I have been here before.
Monday morning,
once enjoyed.
nothing borrowed, nothing gained,
nothing blue, nothing boring,
we have all been here before.
