Made with diligence,
And slowly contemplated,
The result unknown,
But with care put to action,
Intending the best results.
Tag: Life
Family DNA
DNA links us,
We are blocks
Blocks of a singularity called humanity,
Inside another grouping, inside another,
In another…
Inside of what is as a whole
life.
We relish and depend on our web
That is family,
But to a point;
Somewhere along the string of DNA,
As pieces of our ancestors get left off, we cut each other off,
We stop seeing the singularity of existence.
It does not matter if I still maintain our shared ancestor’s chromosomes,
But that we all spring from the same tree.
Perhaps we sense the absence when we meet someone who does not look familiar,
But is that not how we make friends;
Find loves;
From those that contain the familiar human qualities,
But yet seem
Different?
We are of the same tree,
Cousins all,
With DNA shared,
Even when distantly,
We are samples of the beauty
And complexity of the web
Of life,
And what we as humans call
Family.
Metaphysics of Me: A Memoir
I was born
A yesterday of yesterdays
Bare,
But skin to my back,
I find family in spectral hues of epidermis,
Find love
Where it was,
and where it was not
to be promised at first
I grow,
stirring,
Determined,
Bossy,
to say the least,
I am a strong stalked flower,
My curls
Lush chocolate petals
I am the butterfly
That from a caterpillar
changed its shape and color,
Before your eyes slowly emerging,
Wings wet
with new and dew,
I come to be through struggle,
Overcoming adversity,
My fears
Are not of darkened shadows
But of the void of unknown ifs,
Fearful possibilities
Of life unlived,
I am the philosopher
With a problem
For every solution,
I am a seeker,
a thinker,
a complex web
Of as yet thought thoughts,
Give me time
I ask,
-So ask we all,
I am building my legend,
Piece by piece,
I am a lover,
Of few,
And all,
Holding my treasured so tightly
For fear they might break,
I give and give,
Wanting so much to multiply the love,
Into endless existence,
I am a creator,
An artist,
The young life before me,
Is my greatest piece,
I nurture,
water,
feed,
teach,
tend,
inspire her
In ways I know,
And in ways anew,
She is my story,
with a story of her own,
I am a mystic,
Finding light
in new corners,
Unexpected beauty
from the universal source,
Finding truth,
In the metaphysics
Experienced as if new,
I am the ill and well
In one package,
My healing and my hurting
Are not easily untangled from each other,
But both toughen the core,
With scar tissue
My inner
And outer
Are reborn,
I am everything
In me,
A soul with many
Names
Titles
To identify me,
But my soul
Ageless,
Graceful,
As it floats through being,
The essence
In all aspects of me
What comes next
I wonder,
But dare not guess,
Suspense
Makes this life fuller,
With richness
So decadent it can be tasted,
Can be sensed
In the air,
In the textures,
In the living,
In the every
Next moment
That will,
And does,
Then still
Inspires.
The Blooming
Travel back,
And find your story,
It is worth telling,
It was worth living,
Fuel the words with ink
And remember why
You are here,
How you came to be,
Patient flower,
How you came to bloom.
Be, For the Lost
Loss,
Of anticipated moments,
Of a hope for something new,
Grief and confusion
Fill this void
What to do,
Without the one
Who was not, was,
and then suddenly lost
Be human,
Be sentient,
Breathe,
This is your moment to mourn,
To find life again
After it’s loss,
Pick up the pieces of
A scattered you,
Learn again how
To laugh,
To live
For love,
For the one
You lost
Alright/ All Right
Pain, but not the tears
Is what makes me doubt my moves,
but something is right
Uncomfortable,
And yet not unbearable,
Yes something is right
But not everything,
The setting is not correct,
Therein lay the work
Some things are all right,
Just, this is not the best place,
This is not our scene
The time is coming,
To make our exit stage left,
Making things complete