Exactly Where You Were Supposed To Be

Who were you, duckling? You had such dreams.  Not dreams to you though -- possibilities.  Say your prayers, wish upon a star, why not?  Why not you?  Ah, if only you had known how to pray.  If only distant stars had revealed themselves as Gods.

 (Mirror, mirror, what are you saying? That this -- this is set in stone? Not the lesson for which one prepared. Not what one signed on for, surely.) 

Delight in it, you're advised.  Once chosen, behind door number three, just live with it.  What matter which way to turn?  Any direction, it all works.

But no.  You wanted what you wanted.  Or didn't want.  Makes no difference.

How hard it is, to feel your inconsequential pain.  Now, love -- love would open unto you.  Love would enfold you, smooth your scraggly feathers, caress you, croon to you, rock you.  Love would declare your swanning loveliness, would it not?  Would it ... Not?

Feel it, feel it, they say.  Don't run away.  Let it come, let it go, then -- then! -- you will fly.   Free. Beautiful.

Or not -- your choice, really.  Except you can't revert.  You can't project.

You are here.

Humbug

photo by JCW

Beloved

Say it, confess it, let me love you.

I would hold you, hold you,

unlikely as it seems.

Tell me everything -- 

let it up, let it out,

who am I to sneer?

You don't have to cry.

That's you, isn't it, 

unwilling to wail,

not about to give it up.

Others do that (we won't judge them)

but why not laugh?

It's the much same release.

You are a bad one, a bad one, a bad one.

Acknowledge it. Claim it.

There's a howl inside you --

not a protest, really,

this is you!  This is innocence.

The bad seed knows itself,

recognizes its lineage.

You will be comforted.

You are loved.

No Exceptions

photo by Jim

Exceptions to Acceptance

Is it resistance to say, 

Oh come on -- really?  

I mean, I won’t fight, I’ll do whatever.  

But enthusiasm? 

Is it required?

Cause that’s a bitch.

Okay, no jumping up and down,

but love -- hold it in love.

Compassion, empathy, 

AKA: love.  In action.

Love says, this is what you get.

Love answers, bring it.

I call your love, and raise you my love.

Now, let's get to it.

    

The Things You Say

photo by JCW

The Lamb in Silence

You’ve been mighty quiet lately.

A choice.

Oh?  What did the other guy look like?

A judge.  You wouldn’t approve. 

But not you.

Observation is different.

Because it’s voiceless?

Silent.  Out of the equation.

Totally?  Not a thought left behind?

Let me think about that.

Ah, touched a nerve...

I’m not without feeling!

Just above expressing it.

See, that is so …

What? 

Nothing. Forget I said anything.

Well, you didn’t say much.

Details won’t help.

You’re so sure.

I am pretty sure!  Why poke the bear?

He might lick your hand.

You don’t know many bears, do you.

So, you’re afraid? Of "bears," I mean.

It isn’t fear, to just know better.

Necessarily.

Why not simply let things go?

If you DO let go.

Let go — for now.

But stashed?  For later, I mean.

Some things I just know.  They don’t just disappear.

Indeed!

Truth is truth. 

Then why not say so?

That’s a ME thing.

More me than you, apparently.

And here you are.

Gravel, stuck in your craw.

Your point?

The birth of a pearl, perchance.

Or a kidney stone.

Now that would be a bad choice.

Maybe choice was the wrong word.

Wrong?  

Inaccurate.

Do choose your words carefully.

Or just shut up!  It’s an option.

Parsing helps.

Done talking here! 

Obviously.  Observe that.

Enough Said

photo by Jess