Some Short Narratives

Lately, instead of writing consistent poems, I’ve done small drawings of people accompanied by their thoughts/a quick story and a saying on their shirt. I’ll share some here (although I’m not ready to share any of my drawings!  I’m no artist, trust me). The saying is the second phrase of each “poem”:

I.

Our “real” selves

don’t need to be thought of

or complicated,

embellished or held.

Do not attach yourself

to any one thing –

you will find me in the space between…

The letting go is where true strength lies.

II.

With blood

running through you

do not judge a thing–

the sky will remain blue for you

don’t you see?

Look all in the eyes,

tilt your head back,

let it go–

society is a disguise,

not a truth,

don’t you know?

Simply Be.

September 21-23, 2015

My Mind

At times,

I feel nervous–

nervous that it

is stronger than me.

*

It can make any situation into a problem,

labeling itself a “worry wart”

(and who would ever want to be a wart?)

this is my fear:

*

It will change my relationships

it will tarnish my career

it will make all the beauty I’ve felt inside of me

feel meaningless.

*

It is crazy to think I’m not alone.

*

The truth is that beauty is eternal,

and my mind

will never be stronger than my presence,

patient like a willow

it will flow in the breeze,

follow me step by worry torn step

relaxing my insides,

releasing the mountain of love

that lives inside my chest–

it lives in all of us.

*

Sometimes,

I read quotes;

maybe they will make me feel “better”

maybe they will “fix” my mind–

I know only I can.

*

At all times,

I know there is timelessness,

the truth,

our only savior,

waiting for my heart to forgive my head,

catch up with my soul,

and allow myself

to lay,

still.

*

September 20, 2015

Bein vulnerable on this Sunday.  Peace and love. ❤ 

It’s been a busy weekend…

Happy Labor Day!

 

In honor of someone I love, I shared this story on Instagram today.  I wanted to share it here, too.

 

Last night someone asked me why we, humans, exist. I responded with what I believe: to observe without judgement, and to love. And yet, just moments before, I spent time explaining that there are always limits to what we can know for sure, that there are no “absolute truths.” I now realize that this is still true; therefore, instead of knowing our purpose, or even simply believing in it, we must create it. Chanel your Being, your connection to others, into a life of meaning and peace. Even if I don’t “know” that this is a truth, I can know that I – that we together- created it. We can all put our love into practice.

 

September 6, 2015

Truth in You

We are the evolving
generation.

Our mind,
our sole flaw–

we must pour consciousness over it
like rain on arid land

we are meant to grow flowers,
not darkness.

Follow me into the light,
my shadowed friends,
and you will see that the truth,
the hope,
the love,

it has been you, all along.

 

July 26, 2015

Frozen Lake

It has

taken me a while

to sit in a dark corner,

rest in my chair

and think about the scene

on the lake:

children following

chilled ear-muffed parents,

falling into black puddles

my eyes sore

from their grimaces

and yet, all too soon,

they come back up again.

 

I was never too trusting

of my skates;

faces tell me their parents

are not either.

 

I suppose

falling and rising

are the stepping stones of a generation,

frostbite, bumps and bruises

making our own easier to handle,

each crack in the ice

new wisdom,

a sudden truth

that all we need to know

is not the mirage,

sprawled green grass glowing in the distance.

 

It is the frozen

here and now.

 

July 23, 2015

while reading Buddha

you

must go straight

to the punchline:

is there a problem

to solve to begin with?

Search your mind

for causation,

 organization

you’ll often be left

dumfounded

“I solved that problem

four years ago.”

Okay–

so now we’re here

now time for a quote

about, “thinking too hard

will only hurt your head,”

Buddha was right.

If you’re problem free,

my friend,

continue to float away

in your simplistic, real-life

vision of the moment…

it’s the only honest version

of now.

March 9, 2015

Kitchen Sink

My brain is like a faucet

flow the memories

down:

what good, half-full moment

do you encounter down the stair,

past the front door–

away from me–

you creek towards a polaroid camera,

an album soon to be extinct

 

I want my mind to be only mine

to see,

only mine to use– to use it at will

to do well, to be real

honesty

can never be the complete story

when you enter a courtroom and swear

to God to say the truth, and nothing but

 

“The truth will set you free,”

so let it–

remember me

in fireflies over Aunt Mary’s backyard

and watching Uncle Richie with his cigar,

playing catch

and licking dinner off Thanksgiving plates.

 

As for now, I’ll walk you towards the door

and find the kitchen sink:

I’ll turn on the faucet, feel the cold,

and start cleaning.

 

February 24, 2015