Don’t look now
I’m fading away
Into the gray of my mornings
Or the blues of every night
Is it that my nails
Or maybe the corn
on my secind little piggy
Things keep popping out
on my face or of my life
It seems no matter how
I try I become more difficult
I am not an easy woman
They have asked
the psychiatrists . . . psychologists . . .
politicians and social workers
What this decade will be
There is no doubt . . . it is
So, I’m writing a book.
Well, maybe not quite a book, but my mind is there and ready to put these chapters and pages in my mind together in a cohesive, almost presentable piece of work. Life has taught me that no matter how hard you try to get a thing or two done, the only way to really do it is to not make it a thing to do.
But rather a thing that has already been done.
So, instead of tacking the day in/day out antics of writing a book (or whatever my mind calls it these days), I’ll simply believe and focus on the fact that it’s already written, and all I have to do it simply copy what is already there. Because it’s already written…right? I only need to visualize the product in my hand, or on the bookshelf at a local coffee shop, or even in the–hold on, wait for it…wait for it…the Library of Congress!
In a manner of thinking right?
So, before you start to think a goal cannot be accomplished, or in need of a goal simply being done, think about it this way:
Perhaps you’ve already completed it. You just need to copy it back down.
Whenever I feel like I’m getting in my own way, I tend to take a moment to reflect.
And no, I don’t mean the magic carpet ride type of reflection, but the type of reflection that shows me that within all of us, there exists an uninterrupted moment of clarity that we get to let loose once in a while to roam freely.
If we’re great at this, that moment will give birth to new moments of clarity, and so on and so forth. If we fail at this, then we’ll be given a second, a third, and a million more chances to get it right.
Until then, we still have time.
Every now and then, I’ll pass a thing or two that reminds me to accept the things I cannot change in order to truly accept the things I can change. Every once in a while, I’ll get the chance to pass a thing or two that grabs me in acknowledgment and validation that I where I’m suppose to be at a given time. If I’m lucky enough, I’ll get the opportunity to pass a thing or two that shows me the world through simple eyes, and without all the noise of what I should be doing with the time I’m given.
So, I’m passing through this world with an open hand pointed right back at me.
and stretch across
a closed curtain,