Be at peace
the monsters you dream of
you have already met
and your most dreaded fear
you have already faced.
there are two kinds of fear:
one tells you to turn on your heel, honey, and walk away.
this type of fear whispers you know better.
the other is a big, fat neon arrow pointing toward your dreams.
with this type of fear, you’re petrified, but you sense something delicious in your soul, something that’s begging to be brought into the world.
trust your heart to know the difference.
it is right for the human spirit to have endured something.
this is why we must not shelter ourselves overmuch.
it is something to have been in distress
yet find yourself undeniably alive.
to have fasted
& find yourself still whole.
to have been panic stricken
yet find your legs standing.
but if by chance they give way beneath you
& you don’t get up for an hour
or even a decade
it doesn’t matter
so long as there is a day that comes
that you dance.
my own grandmother
danced under the covers.
there are things
about which I currently have no idea
that will someday rock my world.
I no longer tolerate poison inside myself.
I no longer tolerate hatred
This doesn’t mean they won’t overwhelm or attack me.
It means in the middle of the storm, I will hold fast to the Eye that says:
you can do better.
I no longer have patience
I am human; it may fool me for a moment.
But it will not claim me.
I will be tested. Again & again.
I don’t know how I will make it.
That’s okay. I’ll start there.
I’ll start with “I don’t know”
& give the rest up to Spirit
so that when something comes along that is not of my Divine nature,
I will recognize it.
People may not understand.
That’s the hardest part.
Keeping my Spirit under lock & key
helps me feel safe around others.
I seek to release the fear
of what they will think–
of my refusal
to settle for less
than the glory we were made for.
Now, instead of approval
I will seek soul-fire.
when I was a child
I played Loki the norse trickster god
in the class play
& one of my lines was:
where there’s a wall
there’s a way.
we fear the trickster.
we forget she is essential
for she teaches us how
to scale walls.
when is your world
in black & white
is it in technicolor?
don't ignore the technicolor.
make it your lifeline.
your rainbow iv.
maybe there'll be a perfect convergence
of the roads between kansas and oz.
a ragged block
of nerve endings
& each time
a little more
in the end
they can say
you may find one day you have a bruise or a sore or a rough patch somewhere. & you touch it with feather fingertips & oh, does it sting! but you breathe & you keep fingers against aching skin & you ask your body is this medicine to you? & you hear your body say yes & so you breathe into your fingertips until moments later the stinging is only a faint whisper.