Oh, and isn't THIS the right topic?
First, I must pretend it means
bringing myself more presents
'cause everyone likes presents.
I have to waste time being superficial and clever
and avoid going in for as long as I can.
Then I have to go in anyway
and answer the question.
So here's the answer:
I need to say to myself,
let go.
I need to say:
move into chaos with good grace
and see what comes from it.
Maybe nothing will come.
Are there goals?
Not yet.
Chaos is not about goals.
Chaos is about waiting.
I need to say:
Teach yourself to wait,
because if you don't
the Universe will step in
with its own version of
teaching you to wait.
What do I need to do to bring myself more present?
Breathe.
Go heavy.
Feel my body.
Be in my hand as I write.
Watch my fingers wiggle as they form words on the page.
And as I look at those overgrown, damaged knuckles
I realize, to my surprise,
that these are my mother's hands.
What do I need to say to bring myself more present?
Feel, I need to say,
the roots of your feet sinking slowly
into the Mother Ground.
Acknowledge these roots, I say to myself,
so you can stand firm,
sure at last that you belong
in the world.
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