Size

When the problems of the world seem to large

Just remember we are like specks of sand in the solar system

We are like electrons in the galaxy

But so are our the trials each day

And even a mosquito can annoy a deer

And even a mouse can scare an elephant

And even a virus can affect millions

And even a child can change the world

When we feel like we need more recognition

Just remember we are like giants to rabbits

We are like mountains to ants

We are like the galaxy to mitochondria

The universe to quarks

But even mold can make us sick

But even bees can make us cry

But even molecules can poison us

But even a child can change our world

Perspective

A quiet Monday

Watching ants amid seeds and grass

Feeling warm sun

And cooling wind

Hearing rustling trees

And distant traffic

Songbirds and crows

Smelling the sweet freshness of Spring

Tasting growth and stagnance

Birth and death

Upon the air

And pondering silently

I could just fade away

Bridge time

Sitting here

With bare feet among the dandelions

Every worry and concern

Could fade away

I can dream under the same sky

Where dreamers sat for centuries

Until pulled back into this moment

Upon the air

Birth and death

Tasting growth and stagnance

Smelling the freshness of Spring

Songbirds and crows

And distant traffic

Hearing rustling trees

And cooling wind

Feeling warm sun

Watching ants amid seeds and grass

My world goes topsy-turvy

Once again

Just another quiet Monday.

Timeless

Grandmother

Here I am back on this land

Bones strewn beneath the earth

Where the wind speaks in whispers

Stories of long ago

It can be hard to imagine

How things once were

While we live in carefully constructed

Straight rows

But I know our feet touched the same earth

Our faces felt the same sun

We listened to the same wind

And looked skywards

With dreams spanning generations

Our hearts drum the same beat

And someday I too

Will be just bone and wind

Go Beyond

I'm sorry 

He said

But she frowned in response

Why are you sorry?

It doesn't mean much to your life

And why do people

Always compartmentalize

Each other?

We are sorted by our circumstance

Given over to the expectations

That one part of our lives

Will determine the whole. 

We dish out sympathy

But do we have empathy

Enough to just be there

With an outstretched hand

To help each other?

The best people are the ones

Who don't say a word

As they watch us fall

But help us climb again

When we are ready,

Soar to new heights

Release our own shackles

Because circumstance

Never should determine our possibilities.

We aren't limited by our lot in life,

We are limited by sympathies

Eating in on us at every turn

Squashing us like a bug

Because there is no time to forget

If people serve as reminders of our shortcomings

Every moment

Of everyday.

Don't be sorry.

Just smile.

Be the shoulder to cry on,

The helping hand,

The light in a dark place.

We'll both benefit

If you chose to live

Beyond the norm.

A Warning from the Wind

The wind has always whispered to me

In dreams and visions,

Voices guiding my path,

Lighting the way,

Securing my destiny.

And I have always followed,

Sometimes joyfully,

Others with dragging feet

Like a stubborn child.

It blew across fields,

Heads of golden wheat bowed,

Scaled towering mountains,

Crossed choppy seas

To tell me stories of time tangled prairie towns,

Exotic towers of steel,

Smiling lovers,

And now I must learn how to make 2 into 1,

And still the wind whispers urgently

Of desolate northern places,

Children forlorn,

And how can I make 2 into 1,

And still follow the wind with the same gypsy cadence

I once had?

But when I consider making compromises,

Deviating from the destined path,

My dreams become nightmares,

And how can I sleep?

I perched high in the pines,

And below an old woman with hair braided,

Silver with the wisdom of years gone by,

Carefully treading a familiar path,

Wrapped in a shawl, and in her hand

A raven feather held up in reverence,

And me in my foolishness of defying the fates,

I squat unceremoniously

And defecate on her from my sky-view branch,

And she looks up at me with eyes that have seen the ages,

Sad eyes, disapproving,

Never speaking a word,

And in that instant

I awake in a sweat,

Wondering how I can make 2 into 1

And still follow the wind.

The Song of the Once Winged

I am the bird with the broken wing

Wishing to be free

But it's more than just a cage that stops me

Flutter, flitter

Flight turns to falling

Down, down

Each time I try

Sing a sorrowful song

Of flightless days

Restless nights

This is the song of the once winged

I am the bird with the broken wing

Wishing to be free

But it's more than just a cage that stops me

News

Green screen

Blinking

Emotionless

It's news

Or acting

"Words cannot express our grief"

I can sure see

How you grieve

People you never met

I find myself sometimes

This dispassionate

So numb from bombardment

Of bad news

The stress is so much

We are all ticking time bombs

We were never meant

To do more than live in small communities

This is the disease of living beyond our means

Technology making the world too small

We are all Atlas

But being still human

Have an Achilles heel

Observation

I howl to the moon
In sacred feminine energy
Yet I am bound by this world
This patriarchy

I found myself watching The Hobbit
And wondering
Where are all the woman goblins?
There are so many goblins
Thousands
But you never see a female

Such is life still
That women fall through the cracks everyday
Still living in the shadows of men

I don't have answers
Only questions

How can this keep going on?

We cast the same blind eye on war and famine
What world will we leave our children?

I can mutter the dark tongue of Mordor
Or Old English, cast it out in Norse runes
It doesn't matter

I could speak plainly in modern English
And the response would be equally as uninspiring
We are a society lacking passion
And worse, we look down on the passionate

We throw artists, scientists, astronauts, philosophers
Into the flames of a heartless
Dispassionate furnace
Leave for dead our true leaders
Raise up instead the foolish and uninspired

And as we slowly poison ourselves,
Bathe in the rot of a crumbling society,
We cry out "why me?!"
As if we were unaware we are responsible
For our own demise

In Limbo

It is this terrifying experience

Knowing I'm delirious

And yet these emotions run amok 

There is nothing to do

But out wait the torrent

So sorry

I really realize that I'm crazy

But I'm too big for my shoes

I'm trying so hard to fit

But I know the stitching is coming loose

A toe is sticking out and given time

Much more might make itself known

I understand just how frustrating it is

I can see it all from outside myself

But I feel very much like a bystander as it all unfolds

There is a hole in this bucket

I'm trying to plug if with my finger

But the water continues to trickle out

Still I am afraid to give up and just let it all go

The bucket is filled with blue paint

Could I look down I would see

It spills out below me, colouring the sky

And if I were aware

I could spread my wings and fly

But instead I am falling flailing

As though in some outlandish dream

Larger Than Life

I feel like a strangled cat

I know

You don't want to hear that

But here I am

I find a lot of times

I am too big for my own skin

Quite bursting at the seams

With exuberant energy

I need to be creative 

But there's no space for creativity

In this claustrophobic lifestyle

Stifled

Dripping taunting irony in this ceaseless rain

And I know you say I should be myself

But sometimes MYSELF is too big for this mould

And with no room to grow

I am like a plant in desperate need of a new pot

The ghosts of my now shadow self

Keep me up at night

Shrieking and wailing the dirges of a hollow shell

Passion is gone

Broken

Suffocated

But there's no one to blame

Because this is how adults live

And while you still drag me around like a distracted child

These eyes are dulled already with the unmovable weight of helplessness

The world keeps turning

And we keep loving in that constricted space allotted by a broken system

But each night I am haunted and each day I am praying for any kind of alchemy

 Rescue me from this icy pool of shattered dreams

It's unfair because you and I are both porcelain dolls

Cast together with faults

Faces cracked

Fragments fallen away

And while I crave space

And intimacy

And purpose

And freedom

I feel the crushing weight of destiny

Cry out in the night when I alone can hear

I am still tormented by devils of my own making

I hope somehow I seem less broken 

Cradle you in my love

Shine outwardly with more light than I feel within

None of this is of your making

Little of it wrought by me

But both of us are puppets

The strings not cut away

Willing we dance together entangled

And like Pinocchio, the strings fall away