Letting Art Go
When I was 11 I used to cut school
Walk to the beach and pretend
I pretended I was loved
And I pretended I was beautiful
I used to sit then on the sand
And pick up shells and use them as
A phone to my heart
Worried that I was not hearing Me!
I did not know it then but
I laid back and let tears roll down my cheeks
I laid back and heard the wind sweep across my belly
I laid back and shut my eyes to the bright new day
I laid back and dreamed I was loved
And light and gay…
Sometimes when the weather was a mix of
Sun and clouds
And the smell of rain arose
I would get a feeling:
It had edges of smiles and tender pats on the backside
It had a feeling
I still get when I open my bed
And jump inside cause it is so cold
But I pull the covers over me and
Shiver shiver shiver
And laugh all the while
I never asked anyone in the world if they do this
But it feels exciting almost sexual and free..
And, alone on the beach with the wind sand and sea
I would feel this amazing loneliness that seemed to have
Jumped off from the shoulders of this expansive joy.
Like I just made something so beautiful
And had to let it go.
That’s what I feel today
As I look at the strokes of love and the
Layers of light I just allowed into Being
Which for some damn reason,
Feels all at once beautiful
And all at once Lost.
I seem to worry
Does that mean I lost a part of me?
Have I released the latch?
The one that opens my heart
To another realm of Creation
As of 11/2010