Today
I need
To get out of my mind
I have been very productive
Lately
Accomplished
A great deal
But this
Has taken me
Away
From work
I need
To do
On myself
Now
I find myself
Negative
And judgmental
Harboring
Obsessive, circular thoughts
And so
I need
To get
Out of my mind
And find my way
Back
To my body
To my authentic self
Which is not
A paragon of production
A perfect employee
Or mother
Or housecleaner
It is a person
A pregnant one, no less
Approaching her third trimester
Who
On occasion
Needs a good rest
And must learn
To not feel guilty about that
But who will do my work
If I rest?
Who will care for my children
If I rest?
Who will clean my house
If I rest?
No one.
And that's the point.
It will all be there
For you to take care of
When you're done resting
So why drive yourself
To the edge of sanity
Why not
Give yourself a break
There will always be more work
There may never be
Another chance
To simply stop
And enjoy the feeling
Of growing a life
Inside of you
To enjoy
This type of personal growth
That only devastating loss
Can inspire
I am fortunate
In a million ways
So I need to stop
Pushing myself to do more and more
And urge myself
To pause
And remember
Why I am working so hard in the first place
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
Tears
I have some tears inside
They want to come out
Be released
But lately
There has not been a safe place
Or time
And I feel them
Building
And occasionally
They just leak out
But I need an outpouring
What I really wish
Is that there was someone
Who could hold me
In their arms
And let me cry
Until I become empty of tears
Who would understand
That everything is okay
I am fine
I just
I just need to cry
What I really wish
Is that I could go
To my Daddy
Like when I was a little girl
And sit in his lap
And tell him my troubles
And cry away my sorrows
And have him wipe my tears
When I am through
And tell me
Everything will be okay
But those safe harbors
No longer exist for me
I don't trust
Any grownup
Enough to let them hold me
Or enough to believe them
If they were to tell me
Everything will be okay
The only person
I can truly trust
Is me
And I've been holding myself
And comforting myself
All these months
And I'm tired
I just wish
For one moment
Someone else
Could be strong for me
So I could let go of these tears
Samurai
Just wants to be my baby
She's so afraid
Of all the coming change
But
I have a secret
I haven't told her
I just want
To be someone's baby
Too
They want to come out
Be released
But lately
There has not been a safe place
Or time
And I feel them
Building
And occasionally
They just leak out
But I need an outpouring
What I really wish
Is that there was someone
Who could hold me
In their arms
And let me cry
Until I become empty of tears
Who would understand
That everything is okay
I am fine
I just
I just need to cry
What I really wish
Is that I could go
To my Daddy
Like when I was a little girl
And sit in his lap
And tell him my troubles
And cry away my sorrows
And have him wipe my tears
When I am through
And tell me
Everything will be okay
But those safe harbors
No longer exist for me
I don't trust
Any grownup
Enough to let them hold me
Or enough to believe them
If they were to tell me
Everything will be okay
The only person
I can truly trust
Is me
And I've been holding myself
And comforting myself
All these months
And I'm tired
I just wish
For one moment
Someone else
Could be strong for me
So I could let go of these tears
Samurai
Just wants to be my baby
She's so afraid
Of all the coming change
But
I have a secret
I haven't told her
I just want
To be someone's baby
Too
Friday, January 27, 2012
Here Inside
Here inside this dream
I'm living as my life
The shadows dance around the truth
Polluting the corners of my mind
I need to find that light
From which they cannot hide
I need to find that love
To eternally reside
I walk the streets alone
(Although sometimes I am beside myself)
Yet I breathe in air for two
And I know that children are the greatest wealth
I believed once in a man
And it was a foolish thing to do
For that man captured a heart
To which he could not be true
Every step I take
I feel more and more alive
Every breath I breathe
I pray for the pain to subside
And the universe answers me back
Mockingly
Love him less
And you will be free
If you do not love him
He can no longer harm you
Then you can forgive
And live with peace in your heart
And so my poor heart weeps
And works to gain control
Of this love that spread
From heart to mind
To body
To this new soul
To extinguish
To forgive
To let go
To cease to live
I look up at the buildings
Their beautiful lines
These structures built
By us
For us
With walls
Keeping secrets
Eternally
Will I ever know a man
Who can see the truth in my words
The reality in my heart
And be strong enough
To accept
And reciprocate
This love I have to give
I'm living as my life
The shadows dance around the truth
Polluting the corners of my mind
I need to find that light
From which they cannot hide
I need to find that love
To eternally reside
I walk the streets alone
(Although sometimes I am beside myself)
Yet I breathe in air for two
And I know that children are the greatest wealth
I believed once in a man
And it was a foolish thing to do
For that man captured a heart
To which he could not be true
Every step I take
I feel more and more alive
Every breath I breathe
I pray for the pain to subside
And the universe answers me back
Mockingly
Love him less
And you will be free
If you do not love him
He can no longer harm you
Then you can forgive
And live with peace in your heart
And so my poor heart weeps
And works to gain control
Of this love that spread
From heart to mind
To body
To this new soul
To extinguish
To forgive
To let go
To cease to live
I look up at the buildings
Their beautiful lines
These structures built
By us
For us
With walls
Keeping secrets
Eternally
Will I ever know a man
Who can see the truth in my words
The reality in my heart
And be strong enough
To accept
And reciprocate
This love I have to give
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Forgiveness
Lately I have been obsessing about forgiveness. What exactly does it mean? What exactly does it entail? If I forgive someone, am I expected to pretend as though I was never hurt? If I forgive someone, does that mean I will no longer feel that pain? If I forgive someone, doesn't it just open me up to be hurt all over again?
I googled forgiveness and read the Wikipedia entry:
"In Judaism, if a person causes harm, but then sincerely and honestly apologizes to the wronged individual and tries to rectify the wrong, the wronged individual is religiously required to grant forgiveness."
"In Judaism, one must go to those he has harmed in order to be entitled to forgiveness.[12] [One who sincerely apologizes three times for a wrong committed against another has fulfilled his or her obligation to seek forgiveness. (Shulchan Aruch) OC 606:1] This means that in Judaism a person cannot obtain forgiveness from God for wrongs the person has done to other people."
Being Jewish, these were most interesting to me (though didn't particularly resonate, more like they were interesting as idea artifacts from an ancient world). I read through the passages on forgiveness from the other listed religions and theories too. Nothing really made me go, "Ah ha!"
I do however, like this little bit...
"Yoga teachers Joel Kramer and Diana Alstad analyse the use of unconditional love and the associated concept of forgiveness as a foundation for authoritarian control.[33] They survey a number of religions worldwide and conclude that the imperative of forgiveness is often used by leaders to perpetrate cycles of ongoing abuse. They state that "to forgive without requiring the other to change is not only self-destructive, but ensures a dysfunctional relationship will remain so by continually rewarding mistreatment."
Feeling unfilled by my Google search, I looked for books. I am anxious to read more about it.
But on the walk to work this morning, I did have something of an "ah ha" moment. I was thinking about how much I love the spiritual teachings of Aikido. And how difficult it is, by comparison, in this beginning stage, for me to put everything together in practice. I know why, because it's new, and I have to think about everything I do, every stance, every ukemi, I have to think about proper form and where all my body parts are supposed to be. But with practice, I know I won't have to think about it anymore. It will be second nature to me. It will just flow.
And then I thought, well isn't that just what forgiveness should be? I love the idea of forgiveness, the concept. I want to live my life saying, it's okay that you made a mistake, it's okay that you hurt me this way, everything will be okay. But the fact of the matter is, it's new to me. All this pain I feel, it is so bad because the foundation is so huge. It is a lifetime of me never forgiving myself for the mistakes I have made, and allowing that pain and resentment and hurt to guide me through fear and avoidance and all those other character defects which have left me off at this place in my life. It is a lifetime of me never forgiving others for hurting me.
I am a beginner with this forgiveness thing. I started by forgiving myself for mistakes I have made. Allowing room for me to be imperfect and human and not judge myself so harshly and deem myself unworthy of happiness for the duration of my life for the sins of my past. I would never in a million years sentence another human to the punishments with which I sentence myself. I have to remember to forgive myself constantly. I need a lot of practice. But I am working very hard at this new concept.
Next, I need to begin to forgive others. And although I have not read any of my forgiveness books yet, I have an idea of how to start. I start inside. Every time the pain comes up, I will very carefully, very consciously, say to myself, I forgive him, and then I will work to release the pain. And when it comes again (because I know it will, for a long time to come), I will do it again. I will practice this again and again until it is second nature. Until forgiveness flows through my mind and my heart and my soul.
And then, then I will be ready to face him. I will be ready to look at him and say, I forgive you.
But for now, it takes everything I have just to practice. And I just hope he will find it in himself to start being respectful, and leave me alone so that I may practice. It would be a shame to turn from this beautiful path out of anger and frustration and hopelessness, which is how I feel each time he contacts me even though I ask and have asked him again and again for only one thing, to leave me alone to heal. Each time he reaches out I feel angry, all over again. And frustrated, all over again. And hopeless, like this pain will never end, like it will never find its way out of my mind and body and soul. Every moment he is out of my life I feel closer to freedom, every time he reaches out to me I feel as if I'm being slammed back into a cage and I have to start all over again on my passage to freedom.
In reality, I have been asking since June for him to let me go, to set me free. But he swore to me I'd be happy in my cage. He promised me we'd fly together someday, I just had to wait patiently, in my cage. Then he covered my cage with a blanket of lies, so that I would feel warm and safe. But I am not so simple that I will see the darkness and just assume it's night and sleep soundly. I was, however, so trusting that I waited patiently for a lot longer than I should have, never realizing it was all a charade.
Um, good morning tangent. Sorry, I was talking about forgiveness. Maybe that was me trying to release a little of the pain. Maybe that was a step on my path to forgiveness. I will be optimistic and say that's exactly what it was. I forgive you for not letting me go in time. I forgive myself for not just flying away. I forgive you. I forgive me. I forgive you. I forgive Mee.
It still hurts, but perhaps a little less. I will keep practicing. You, you just stay away.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Monday, January 16, 2012
Thoughts
My thoughts wanted to flow
Like poetry
But the constraint
Of the images
Stifled the thoughts
And so I will just air them
Free and clear
To take whatever form they please
The past is unchangeable
The future, unpredictable
It is only the present
This present
That we can change
Own
Devote
Create
Establish
Fix
Build
This moment
I am present
I am loving
I am forgiving
I am understanding
I am righteous
And for each and every moment
I remain so
My past
Becomes more beautiful
My future
Becomes more hopeful
And my present
Remains a present
I share with all I love
And I strive
To love
All
Like poetry
But the constraint
Of the images
Stifled the thoughts
And so I will just air them
Free and clear
To take whatever form they please
The past is unchangeable
The future, unpredictable
It is only the present
This present
That we can change
Own
Devote
Create
Establish
Fix
Build
This moment
I am present
I am loving
I am forgiving
I am understanding
I am righteous
And for each and every moment
I remain so
My past
Becomes more beautiful
My future
Becomes more hopeful
And my present
Remains a present
I share with all I love
And I strive
To love
All
Zelda's!
Quite unexpectedly, I made it to another Zelda's. It was one of those days which started off in one direction, and ended in another state entirely. I can't help but feel it was just meant to be like that. I brought my children with me but they were not so into the writing assignment. They participated and all, but it's clear they need a few more workshops. I am happy that they were there, however, and got to meet some beautiful people who have been very important to me over the years and be a part of the workings of some of the most beautiful minds I know.
We did a word list poem. Cousin Jodi supplied the theme, "Kids". Our word list was as follows:
beginnings
cousins
growth
abacus
unspoiled
surplus
pigs
absence
exploration
truth telling
unfiltered
candy
unfettered
cruel
caboose
love
This is my poem:
In the beginning
There was love
Unfettered
Unfiltered
Unspoiled
It was the exploration
Of an entirely new world for me
Sweet like candy
His absence
Left holes like cavities
In the end
The truth was told
Cruel
And cold
Perhaps love and hate
Are cousins
Family
Or perhaps
All men are pigs
Either way
This love train
Ran me over
Crushed my heart
And parked its caboose
In my soul
Lucky for me
I've come to recognize
Endings
As beginnings
Pain
As growth
And children
As another chance to live
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