Entry 42: Drama Balm

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Be not the victim, 

Own your power to 

Create your reality

Be not the persecutor, 

Aggressive or passively so

Your force is better served to 

Challenge the status quo

Be never the rescuer,

For we don’t bear the 

Burden of your need to be helpful

Want for us, 

That which you want 

For yourself, coach,

To float

To rise

To become the light

Come, now,

Float

Rise

Become the Light

With us all

Entry 40: The Dancing Cypress

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She sprouted from the rock centuries ago

Enduring earthquakes, fires and

Man’s greed for extravagant abodes

 

She stands alone

Her branches curve in a dancer’s pose,

her leaves angled with flares flamenco

 

There is more to her;

Nourishment and strength levitate

Through thread-like roots

 

Patient

Persistent

Piercing unyielding rock

 

Adapting

Pivoting

Forgoing expectations of her ultimate

Destination

 

She is and has been

Magnificent in each

Moment of her career

 

Generations of artists, I imagine,

Painted with a fan brush to mimic her

Stylized fashion

 

But today, she is held by

Cables and

Trademarks

 

Shackled to her partner

In this sole profitable pose

How will she continue her dance, tethered?

 

How will she continue to stretch towards the sky,

Encapsulated in a

Logo

 

Will this lone dancing cypress

Only break free

When death do they part?  

 

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The Lone Cypress, California, 2018

Entry 38: Vibration

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You sense the whirring

The hisses and purrs

You clutch your anchor to

Still the vibrations

 

You are frightened

I am not, lifted

 

Hovering an inch

Above the Earth

At ease with the buzz

Electrifying my every intention

 

I surrender

Falsehoods

Possessions

Shields, en-lightened

 

I see your magnificence

I see your struggle

I love you with my heart

Connected to All Hearts

 

You’ll lose sight of me

As I rise through the clouds

I  am still

Here,

Everywhere

 

Just as you are

Here,

Everywhere,

True

Entry 37: The Audacity of Canvas

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Who am I

To fill this canvas,

With colors of my whim

Following paths of my

Untethered desires?

Why spend

Time away from familial duties,

Hard earned money on

Brushes and paints?

 

The canvas is for

The creative,

The inspirational,  

The movement builders

With a vision for the masses.

 

I have only a quiet

Yearn in my heart for

Vibrant colors and curved lines,

A small ache in my soul for

Texture and beauty.

 

Who am I

To fill this canvas?

 

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Entry 36: What if…? (yoga)

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When I was 25, and my yoga teacher said, “your heels may not reach the floor during Downward Dog, and that is ok”, I did not believe her.

When she said, “if you need to rest your hands on a block”, I heard her say, “if you’re not flexible enough, rest your hands on a block”.

When he said, “do only what you can while keeping your breath steady and smooth”, I thought, well, what he really means is, “real exercise makes you breathe hard, but this isn’t real exercise, it’s relaxation”.

When she said, “use the variation that feels right to your body”, I heard, “use the most strenuous of the variations that you can”.

When he said, “it can feel more comfortable to use a belt”, I heard him say, “since you have an unnaturally short torso, you’ll need to use a belt”.

When she said, “reach your arms as far as you can, without effort or ambition”, I thought she meant, “reach your arms as close to the floor as I can- if you keep practicing, you’ll get there”.

What if I had heard, the words that they said, instead of the ones that were in my head?

 

Entry 34: Anxiety

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Seize my breath

Wring my gut

It is a feat to climb from my nest

Each day

Out in the world

We are alone, alone

Who will be with you, when you take your last breath?

Which of your loved ones will be taken before that day?  

How many days will you wake after the heartbreak?

It is too much to know

It is the not knowing that haunts

So I keep moving

Eat chocolate pudding

So I can forget

Complain about rain

While the asteroid gears towards Earth

I pretend to not know

But it is so

It is so

It is

Entry 33: Please don’t get me flowers

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Please don’t get me flowers

Or jewelry

Or anything that fits in a

Wrapped ribboned box

The things I yearn for are

In the air

In my nerves

In my heart

I yearn for a day of no decisions

Little responsibility

Few tasks

No worries pulling my shoulders down

I want a day

Where events flow with ease

A day of music

And laughing

Sunshine would be lovely

Though not necessary

Lightness in all our hearts

I’m hoping for giving and sharing

And gracious receiving

Tasting

Sipping

Dancing

And more dancing