At times, the possible evades us,
Not because it’s not there,
But because we’re too scared
To pick through the pieces of what we can see,
The mess,
The muck,
The unclear,
The overwhelm,
And that’s where anxiety brings us,
To see everything and
Nothing at the same time,
Look,
But closer,
Deeper,
One piece at a time,
Even a 1000 piece puzzle
Requires this discipline
Author: Vanessa
Mother, WRITER, artist, student, dreamer, civil and human rights activist,
humanitarian, minister in process, mystic, sentient being.
I write to remember; I write to discover; I write to understand; in order to be closer/higher/connected.
Magick of Being
Time is
an illusion
It’s ever a moment at a time,
Each individual one
We think
We have,
Yet, we only know of it
Once it’s passed,
Worry not
For what has come and gone,
Live in the present
To make Being
last.
Vulnerability: I Love
Vulnerability is my vulnerability,
I pick and choose
the pieces of me to share
I shuffle my deck,
Lay my cards out
Then scuttle back,
Back in,
Under cover
To safety,
Concerned others might see.
Or, I did;
Until
Sometime this past November,
When a New Birthday gift
Enhanced my shell,
Made it stronger
And made it removable,
I need not bare all,
But I can bare.
And I can be so damn proud,
And openly admire
this body,
this mind,
this heart,
this soul,
With all the bumped,
Bruised
Smoothed,
Filled,
Filed,
Etched,
Modeled,
Molded aspects
Of this vessel;
Of this person I am.
This person
She is Beautiful;
Authentic,
Wild,
Ever growing,
Ever learning,
Ever being;
For she is living.
And I love her;
She is Me.
Experiencing Joy
Make the list,
And check the boxes,
Off,
One by one.
But never forget to leave one more,
Always check it
But never off,
This task– the simple,
Beautiful,
Necessary,
Preventative,
Supplement,
Medicine,
And cure
That is
Experiencing Joy.
Philia: An Ode to Friendships
At times I cannot see
My best friends
No, they are not imaginary,
I could not imagine such real,
Such complex,
So beautiful, intricately crafted,
Crafting,
Pieces of living art.
And for me they are the caring,
The loving,
The knowing,
The voices when advocacy is needed,
The silence when just
they
Are needed.
Their presence
Remains,
When all others depart.
They are the set-up
And clean-up crew,
They are the party and the
Private after party;
They are there.
Philia;
This love I feel
In the deep recesses
Of my heart and soul.
For these diamonds
That at times go unseen,
Their flaming shine
Goes unforgotten
In my mind.
And in my heart
These friends– their love, and my love for them,
They stay.
Pent-Up
Get it out
The pent up
The block;
You,
Levee on the verge of break
Needing
controlled release
Express the unsaid
The wordless,
With body, spirit, mind,
Any way
To let out
The In,
The feelings
The feeling trapped
Get out
Of the cage that
Is both unlocked
And ever
open
She of Letters 