16 April 2019.
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There is rarely a knowing to what I lay down here in poems n’ Prose. There is no plan ahead, little if any editing. Writing a poem a day for whatever length of days chosen is, for me and act of Living in the Moment, the Be Here Now.
It’s a ‘drop-in’ to the ethers, the liminal space between worlds and dimensions. it gets me out of a ‘have-to’, an obligation to preform well, it switches off a perfectionistic something-or-other and I feel into that release, that freedom that comes with letting go of the outcome.
If I please YOU, the reader, then dang, lucky me and you.
And so you know, I Do wish to please you, stir you up, invite you into some thinking, feeling inspiration that might shift a stuck place, or stimulate your creative life force to take action on your own behalf.
So today… in this moment, what rises in me to write is:
It’s so bad it’s good. It’s so good it’s bad.
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Bad to swim with sharks
So good to feel the deep, wet freedom
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Good to behave the Fool
So bad when you’re just stupid
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Bad to forget simple kindnesses
Good that you finally get that awareness
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Good that you stepped in to being honest
Bad that you made it all about you
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Good that there is 24 hours to a day
Badish that we are caught in a time continuum
Bad that there is violence and war
Good for those that challenge it
Bad that so many of us disregard the Earth’s needs
Good that there are those that take action on behalf of the Earth
Good that you engage the wonder of living
Bad that you disrespect your own life force
Good that you care for others
Bad that you are care-less with yourself
Bad that you assume someone ‘should’ be like you
Good that you get your ass kicked for believing that
Bad that you don’t take responsibility for your actions
Good that you get some therapy to figure that shit out
Good that you do not make judgements on others differences
Bad when you go into the gossip of it
Good that see yourself in All humans and animals
Bad that you go into forgetfulness
Good is Bad and Good gets Bad to get to Good
The polarity is held to the hold of separation
And separation makes it easy to disregard
our sameness, our equality.
Get your shit together and figure it out
