what’s frozen in us, an echo of human cruelty or inattention— as children, we can’t process don’t have the skill innocent we stuff it away
that jagged lump we cannot see shades everything blinded, we stumble react and don’t know why
shine light on that bulk oh, it has stories! unwind and love them give them leeway to thaw—when welcomed and seen they no longer alarm the warmth we offer melts and releases they re-meld with the ocean as one
catapulted onto stone she can’t speak and barely breathe yet there’s an invitation let pain be pain the aching, stabbing lie-still-on-the-ground wait-to-see-what-happens or, let the mind get busy building stories into suffering pain and torment the double whammy— far worse than finding the thread of breath again accepting help and staying only oh! only in the present moment here, in the warm sunshine lying on hard rock head cradled in her husband’s precious hands
the way of the heart is sacred ground tread with love, tend with regard with kindness with care
dismissed from work, life-threatening diagnosis, loss of a friend or child or mate, the way is the light that perforates desolation forgo the urge to bolt distress is not infectious this blaze of the heart is meant to be shared
foremost, listen. just that. anguish cannot be “fixed” heed the plight of your companion or your very own self. your words aren’t needed attendance is required to honeycomb grief and make openings for light spacious aware clear
with thanks to Margaret Rooney for the phrase “ the light that perforates”
so tired. tired of infighting and hatred. tired of lies. what is this human aversion to truth? we’ve slipped off the diving board. let’s cherish the bowl of our fragile home. wholeness is no longer possible in the manifested world. Kintsugi calls. we can mend ourselves with rivulets of goodness. it takes more juice to frown than smile. choose gold. gold lacquer and rice flour, a delicate harmony.
start. sit in silence. parse what is. right now. all of it. the lush air at sunup’s first blush. hawk nabs gopher. gunfire. parents beg. even DNA required. weeping, they comfort each other. this, too. with a slender brush, smooth liquid gold into the seams. kindness. peace. care. love.