What do you want for yourself, for the world? For humanity? For the planet? What are you going for? Is it something simple like love? Is it peace? Is it togetherness? Community? Really, what is it for you? What are you 100% about?
For most of us, the answer is nothing. Most of us are 100% behind our problems and our smallness, and it’s on repeat in our minds. Is that what you want your life to be about?
What if you could choose something different right now? Claiming today that this is what my life is about. And what if you kept choosing it. And then keep choosing it. In every interaction, at every moment. What if you make your life about that thing that means the most to you?
There isn’t a right answer. This isn’t a pop quiz. Take the time to ask what you will make your life about for the next week. And then choose again for next week. Or the next hour, minute, or second. But I invite you to really consider making your life about something.
There is no formula for this. I keep seeing that more and more every day. I can’t trick this. Or wrangle myself in well-enough. In order to make any real impact on the world, I have to allow me to be powerful. And in my power, my life has to be about something. And I'm afraid to stand for anything. Because what if I fail?
Or worse yet, what if I succeed?
The idea of letting go of control is terrifying. As if I will lose my Self. But actually I think that I would find me more clearly. And rather than being an idea, a projection, an identity, it might be true.
And no matter what bullshit I have spoken before now, I am a seeker of truth. My truth. The truth that pulses through all beings and is the water flowing over rocks and the stars in the sky. The truth at the core of the earth and the core of my being. A truth I can barely imagine. Perhaps cannot imagine because I have not quite touched in close enough. A truth that breathes through me. And at some level this is only poetry, and I am still just guessing.
And it doesn't seem to be linear. I keep trying to put something called God into a box, into a list of attainable steps, into a magic pill that I just have to swallow. But really, how does it work?
I am considering allowing God all the way in... I'm thinking about it.
Do you know how? I'm going to ask the stars and the heavens to help me. I am asking my spiritual support team both human and non to help me. I am going to leave this coffee shop, and I am going to go home and ask my cat to help me.
Will you pray for me? Will you pray for your own salvation?
A very sweet friend named Tamara told me this week to get on my knees and yell, "I don't know." And that was the whole prayer.
"Breathe," I remind myself.
by Heather Smith
I noticed how much I liked putting our laundry in the dryer together. Your tank top was tied around the cloth I use to catch my menstrual blood. The colors matched.
I did the dishes and I kept playing my game of pretend where we were something that we are not. Perhaps I am looking at what is missing instead of looking at what I have, but when I looked at what I have, I see a thin man older than me sitting at my kitchen table wearing head phones who has never even said that he loves me. But what I am missing is a dragon lover who would breathe his fire back at me.
It is truly a remarkable thing that we continue to open ourselves to love in this world.
Hello Beautiful Earth/Star Child,
I am so grateful to know your particular combination of molecules on this plane at this time. I am also grateful for the gifts you have carried into my life for we are all teachers and all students.
Here is my offering to us all: Let us all be fed, and even more let us all be nourished. Let us all be the work that is ours to do. Let those who desire our gifts be led easily to us. Let us collaborate effectively. Let us be blessed with abundant gifts to honor the feat of this life. Let us be nurtured by our loved ones including those who are not in bodies. Let us be kind and gentle while strong and stable. Let us have the words we need when talking of the strange phenomena we know. Let us be brave and courageous in our exploration of the world. Let us be of service.
Will you stand with me in leadership and stewardship of this new world? Will you help me call forward the easy flow of our lives of service? WIll you allow our work to be shared and seen? Will you share this work? WIll you receive my gifts and allow me to receive yours?
Let the circle be unbroken.
Thank you for your love.
In so much gratitude, Mist
if i am a river bank and also, a river, we could swim and rest in me for what remains of this life. and perhaps, we would be sated. yet, i think we are bored of resting. it is time to dive into the work we are called to, so let us be free to swim in the vastness of the sea knowing that all water is connected; tears, rain, blood, sweat, lakes and the wetness between my legs all comes from clouds. the atmosphere of our planet being a result of billions of years of continual change before homo sapiens showed up. so what makes me think that we cannot reform the molecules of us to make similarly shaped beings who live from love. all heart breaks are the same tearing apart and hopeful reforming of the plight of human separation from Oneness. so let us float in the chalice of collective consciousness until we are big enough to love the ocean without ignoring the garbage island and the radiation. i'm going to love you until the end of time, dearest. and while this poem started out to the singular you of my lover, let this prayer be a droplet flowing into creek, becoming stream, becoming river, becoming the ocean of our unity.
in so much love, Me, You, and Others too
God, I love you.
I mean, you aren't God.
Except in the fact that Thou Art God and all that.
But what I mean is that I cannot look away sometimes for how beautiful I find you. I get stopped in my tracks watching you dance. Your stuttering steps like the tango I never learned.
I tried so hard to dance with you that I forgot how to walk forward.
It was so much easier when I could just look at you.
is there a poem in form 1040 when i am getting back $106.44 for the year 2012? or are there too many numbers involved in this heady arithmetic of internal revenue? did ti remember to subtract the standard deduction for a housemate doing acroyoga with my crush while I crunch dividends and credits? or did i just find myself
another reason to hate god?
the feeling and my beloved. i only know the first of you and the breath of the second. or perhaps i have that backwards. for what if i already know you, dearest. what if i passed you by because your glance didn't linger long enough or because your mustache wouldn't grow. what if i created a story against love instead of one for it.
i remember you whispered to me last week. you said, i am here, and i am coming. and how is a woman to believe that when there is nothing to see or feel. i know love in the eyes of my sisters and brothers. i know depth in my own soul. i know expansion from heart onward and outward and inward and ever forward. and there still remains a certain slant of light that i crave and i feel craving me.
i promise to see the light i seek which is before me instead of continually looking for the hermit in the tower shining his breadth across the sea because the one i want will shine his light through me. and i through he.
this little light of mine...
love, the hermit moon
i fell in love like apple pie in summer time with too much whipped cream, and the crust is burnt on the bottom. i fell in love as if i were on fire, and you were the only one with burn cream, please take care of me i screamed over a very civilized meal of steamed broccoli, sweet potatoes, and chicken thighs. oh, my broken heart has fractured into a billion pieces and been put back again topsy turvy in the disjointed mirror of your reflection, humanity. and i will fall in love tomorrow with any luck. this heart breaking open in the song of your beautiful smile, the mischief in your eyes, the recognition for just a moment that we are both blissfully, painfully alive. i cannot wait for the next moment of my love to unfold in the quiet heat of our desperation. and let us imagine pulling each others clothes off in the skin touching skin of me handing you your double wet cappuccino. I fell in love like diving into the ocean not being sure if I should use my gills or my lungs. this fish out of water has fallen in love with precisely two texans. only one of them said ya'll proudly, and I know I will find my soul mate.