24 may 2011 > 6/15 > Lovers
What if… your best relationship was with yourself?
What if today you practiced tenderness and kindness to yourself?
I am like the weather today, partly cloudy, a little breezy, a little damp in the heart,
still pushing out the greenery, shedding the early blooms, urging the sun out from between the grey matter.
Sorting through what matters
When the list of matters is long
When the list of matters has a life
When what matters has
a loud voice,
a pushy attitude,
a sob, a whisper, a poor me
That seek the top of the list
The what matters press in on
Scurry, and flutter,
Push and shove
Beat and bloody
Weep and sob
take care of me,
I’m first. Me.. me… me.
I am the matter that matters most.
It’s a matter of time before my
heart drowns in all the matters
before me. I’m treading water.
One small step at time matters
What matters in this moment
Is that I see the white sand beach
The sun has split the clouds
And I’m pretty sure
I can side stroke my way there