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The Gift of Not Seeing

The gift of not seeing — it hides

beneath a gray sweater and makes

rainbow colors. It paints my eyes

a deeper shade of green. It is a

novice at all things true, and

tells with loyal honesty. It never

masks its feelings behind a sleek

charade.

The gift in glassy blue has

wide, thin strips of gentle beamings.

Its color turns orange to blue to

green, and a thousand different leanings.

The shades of the shadow produce

pure light.

How I Treat My Body

How I treat my Body is how I treat the world;

Forgiving of my belly folds, which are the proof of carrying, nurturing, and developing my babies;

Understanding of my upper arms and wrinkled elbows, too much skin from my ancestral DNA; my mother is in my arms;

Empathy for a back that does not flex without feeling pain, representing all the times I have bent my learning in a painful direction, but am still able to stand aligned;

For a right leg that is shorter than the left, which is just asking for time and patience to stretch enough to catch up;

For downward-turned shadows on the face, that because of gravity, cause me to consciously focus on building my smile muscles;

And the right and left arms that for 15 years have gradually and steadily borne the discomfort that comes with the unnatural position required to play the violin;

For the brain that has recovered so many times through pharmaceutical intrusion and accidental neural-pathway forming of dead-end roads;

And the heart that with the center of my chest has held the tension of the realization that back-tracking those roads is a journey fraught with dangerous turns that appear out of nowhere;

For the hands that have typed or written my journey into a record so that I may find my way out;

And the hair that has acclimated to many dye jobs so that there is one thing that allows me to not just accept what is;

For the Body that needs loving kindness, the Body that is all members, and for those cells that are believed  to somehow exist outside;

The way I treat my body is the way I treat the world

Stillness, Love Me Still

 

I love you

stillness,

I love you

still

when all the creeping things crawl down

and nature flings its art of coagulant flakes

Into some small part of the world

Peeking

at That which From behind the Kinkadian aura of perfect country

painting doth reveal

I’m tight-rope walking down the block

in tattered jeans

and a three-and-a-half inch heel

Anyway

Stillness

if you can love me

Love me now

Love me

still