Run out, stand naked under the opening skies,
I mean throw off all your clothes,
feel the sunlight kissing your skin,
dare to feel each subtle movement of air
thrill your whole body.
And come alive!
Our minds have been programmed to repress
the free rising of sap, the surge of green,
the wild bolts of ecstatic lightening.
Howl your pain until the spell breaks.
Forget all that therapy stuff.
How long will you be in therapy?
One long howl — until your guts howl,
your legs howl, your heart howls
your whirling hands howl —
is worth 10 years of therapy!
Love is not an idea:
it is a harmonious seizure of Light,
it is the hard shell breaking,
it is courage cutting through fear
like a knife.
May 6, 2011
Let’s simply be the poetry… It’s not hard. It’s much harder to be a radio station always picking up on broadcasts of pain. Why not shatter the mold and see what happens next? Then, we can follow that. How beautiful to trust the primal inner wisdom, the Way of Life we have been overriding for so long. How beautiful to stop grieving we are not free and actually be free.