Caffeine and Clarity

Clouds of emotions identified as I, my, me, mine. Patterns of disruption, created at an earlier time. *It really doesn’t have to be this way.

Emotions, embrace them softly.
Perspectives, hold them lightly.
Enemies, treat them gently.
Identity, wear it loosely.

*Paraphrasing Russ Hudson, Enneagram Institute

Almost Chinese Food?

Exploration dive, fast current, outer reef. Out of the gloom, a sudden tangle of writhing, tumbling, biting sharks. Feeding frenzy or mating dance? Pumping adrenalin, racing heart. Drift dive, no brakes, too late, we’ve been tossed into their midst. Oops, Chinese food on the menu today? They scattered faster than we could scream our soundless scream.  Mess of panicky bubbles, tangle of unwieldy limps. Cross-check, we are all intact. Gorgeous, powerful creatures, alpha predators of their domain, invoke our memory of life untame.

High on hormones, drugged by danger, bewitched by beauty;
intoxicated with the dance of life and death.
Live life, poke caution in the eye.
Live, love, turn towards the sky.
Fly, high, without a net, embrace shadow, brush death with a kiss.

So there’s a chance to crash and burn, so what, we live and die, to live and learn.

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Wounded Child

Whisperings of things unseen, unspoken and unheard. Lacerations consistently applied over time feels normal and we will perpetuate it against ourselves even when the primary perpetrator is done.

Shame, shame, shame, self-condemnation, exiled into the desert.
Will someone come find me?

I wait…
I wait…
I wait…

The child stops when there is no answer to his cries. He gives up and lies down to die.

And aunty says to the corpse, “what a quiet, obedient child, but so scared, so dull”.

 

 

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Wild Weed

The child stops when there is no answer to his cries. He gives up and lies down to die.

The wild weed is wrenched from the earth. Loosing the struggle for survival, ousted, eradicated, trampled into unimportance and non-existence. Lines in the sand erased by the tide of history just as the soul cries out “I am”, history says “don’t think so”.

And Dad says to the corpse, “now that is how a child should be, quiet, obedient, obliging”.

 

History Revisits

Tinkling, gurgling, cackling laughter

Bridging generations, crossing cultures

History revisits, myths relived

The kids glimpse the patriach’s youth

Sister-in-laws let loose is a situation best avoided

if you’ve ever mooned a video camera while intoxicated