I think at times
I’d like to wake you up
Then again, maybe not
You probably don’t want to know all of this, anyway
Sometimes, even those of us who do know
Have moments when we would like perhaps to forget
But it doesn’t work that way
So we’ll keep carrying you
Like before
Lately, you’re getting fuck all heavy
Just so you know
It’s not that I think I’m all that
Trust me, I’m not
But this having to explain to you
Why you’re supposed to care
About people, and the Earth
It’s just….bizarre
I’m not so sure if I should go
With dignified silence
Or screaming?
Are you asking yourself the same thing?
Do I make you crazy? I’m sure I seem as bizarre to you as you do to me.
Today I went to the wild places
The hawk reminded me to look at things from the highest possible perspective.
Dragonfly said not to let the tough moments get me down.
The tree people played with Zephyr, the west wind. They sang a beautiful, refreshing song.
All the plants showed me how to tell the severity of the upcoming winter.
Lastly, as I sat near the water, an ancient deer spirit reminded me that all times, places and worlds exist simultaneously. He said to remember that there’s a reason I have always had one foot on each side of the veil. Stay the course, he said. Stay the course.
Always, the mystic and the mundane collide. Forgiveness, understanding and compassion. They can be a tough commodity these days. Stay the course. Stay the course.