Here I stand
not laying, or kneeling, or sprawling.
Amongst and above
the mess that got me here.
pain breaching –
and Here I stand
a new burst
eager to explore
and re imagine what we will be
and where we will go.
We commit to this endless journey
and turn now to our center.
Only there will we find our truth
I didn’t ask
for this body I was given.
for the pounding emotions I feel.
for the abuse you so graciously sent me.
for the pain of losing everything.
for the things you said to convince me
of things I didn’t want to do.
for all the pain and suffering I’ve seen.
for the family that abandoned me.
for the loss of relationships you forced on me.
for the path you led me to believe
was something I wanted.
for being ignored and refused.
for feeling torn up and used.
for the thoughts that tell me I’m wrong.
for the ideas that tell me I’m nothing
I didn’t ask for any of this
-then what did I ask for?
and what do I want now?
My only elders are the mushrooms,
The network that connects us with the earth.
You are older, yes.
But none can be wiser.
In a world of right and wrong
one group will succeed over another –
but the World is not black and white,
Even if that’s what you see.
We all fall in line –
You cannot claim you’re on top –
When there is no top.
What useless mountain are you climbing?
You asked, and broke the single rule.
We do not behave this way –
turns out the man is a child,
move along your way.