no longer intrigued with healing
rather being, and seeing
where that leads
Inspiring art that speaks to me
(when I eschew jealousy)
irritation (like a pearl)
feels poisonous, compels
creative response
Iconoclasts
act as buffers between
individual freedom of thought
and
what everybody knows
that we never forget
that tension
is our only hope
Twas foolishness got me through
places I ought never dared
Many lives – many parts to this
shriveled, starved, but those scars
made of stories, made of realities
always reverberating,
laughing, playing
me and I
dying by degrees
or awestruck with wonder
Oblivious how to behave
in all those subtle ways
as expected
to be accepted
Not so much withdrawn as internalized,
quiet, but when it is clear what needs expression
forthright, self-possessed
Fidget, stare too long seeing
mystic magic filter
feeling, absorbing
People disdain magical thinking
as if magic were easy, free
Magic takes energy, attention, focus, discipline,
learning – magic is work
to achieve your goal
What if we didn’t hide,
rather celebrate our differences
and find how much we are alike
6/1-13/18
