Fear

The rigid leaden weight squats in my heart, wearing its mask of concern,
Clamping my nerve endings and paralysing me so I can no longer think or speak or act.
If I fight, we cling to each other and sink into a thick oblivion.


If I stop fighting,
I can  quietly watch, as it grows, crests and subsides,
I can breathe slowly and deeply and make room for it.
Expanding and accepting.
I can allow it to be and ask ...
What is important in my heart?


And do it.

Evening

Seeking

Thoughts

You are my thought ...
so you must be true.
I find myself clutching you tightly,
in your heavy cloak of respectability,
your black hat of wisdom and your sonorous voice of reason.


But ...
What if I swap those clothes,
for a clown's shiny red nose,
boldly striped pants and 
a high pitched giggle?


Suddenly you are not so ponderously right.
You just are.
And I can say hello and just let you be.

Water

Seeking

I pluck impatiently at the edges of the tangled knots,
Not this one.
Not that one and
Not this one!


I need your patient hands and your experienced eyes,
and yours and yours and yours and maybe even yours,
To help me see the delicate web in the unraveling threads.

Hope

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