Send the Shadows Packing
There are shadows moving freely now.
Something has been uncovered
and unleashed.
Disrespect, aggression, hatred.
It has been given permission
to walk and talk amongst us.
When we see it, we need to call it what it is.
We need to shout about it.
This is UNACCEPTABLE.
Shine a spotlight on it,
put a siren on it,
reveal the hatred for what it is,
so that we can send the shadows packing.
Replace the unthinkable with love.
Paint the crumbling walls with awareness.
Let the parachute fall and embrace us all.
Q & A
Tell me something true.
You are limitless.
Tell me something real.
Not every door is going to be the right door.
Tell me something visceral.
Hurt can make your lips numb.
It can close you like a mussel shell,
and it can open you like a red poppy wound.
Tell me something kind.
You are more wondrous than you realize.
Tell me something healing.
Each day you are reborn.
Let go of the hurt you feel today.
Bask in the moments that make you glow.
Nothing is permanent –
not even pain.
But joy lasts –
the kind of joy that dances on the skin, like rain.
Every tiny cell sings a song for your body –
memorizes the structure, the pattern,
the color of this.
What is left is memory.
It is the stronghold –
the bank vault of presence we return to,
exist in,
and know to be the true core
of Being.
Hold Close What Fades
(for Ruth Ann)
Hold close what fades –
what melts in the noonday sun.
The rounded outline of love
waits for no one.
It follows the curve
of will and insistence.
It runs for the cool shadows
of early morning,
when dawn never tasted so sweet –
when new beginnings
still depend on
so much moonlight.
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