How about I wake up some morning and I know,
I just know, that I am doing the best that I can?
How about I take life one moment at a time,
knowing that most people are doing the best that they can?
How about I make a place for irritability, for kindness,
for creativity, and for anger?
How about I watch my dreams and feel the mystery
around me?
How about if I welcome a little fear, take her hand, and let her walk with me?
How about I tell the fool that she is invited to stay for the party too?
How about I let life unfold as it will?
How about looking at time with curiosity?
How about I open up to life?
How about I spill all that craziness in my head
on the ground and in the sky above me?
How about I love the messiness of crazy, the craziness of life
the messiness of life?
What colors and brightness that would create!
Don't you spill all those colors out for us to see when you paint? we like those spilled colors.
ReplyDeleteXOXOXXO Mark! I often think of the box on red that you have - I hope you still hear it --
DeleteI love this poem. Thank you for writing this especially for me. I say that seriously because each line speaks to me, as it reminds me of this elusive and vague goal that I think I might want to try to achieve.
ReplyDeleteThe second stanza is powerful advice.
I know nothing about Buddhism except that apparently a large part of his philosophy is compassion and understanding.
I have this little voice inside of me constantly hinting to me about how life would open up to me, if only I was brave enough to let it in.
Lynda, you recognize, yes? You know YOU inspired this, yes? I love reading your pieces and you always make me think.
DeleteLovely poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dana - there is something nurturing to me there.
DeleteYour art is beautiful as is your journey of life and how to live it.
ReplyDeleteI don't know about beautful, Jen, but messy it is! I need to add messiness to that piece!
DeleteIt's scary to do all that! But if we did, we would all be so much happier!! Love this post :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Judy - at the end of the day (which it is now) , I doubt I can pull it off. Here's to hope, heh?
DeleteI love the line about welcoming a little bit of fear and taking her hand! This last six months saw me taking her hand and on occasion, getting a bear hug from her too, but it has been so worth it.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Michelle. I am glad you found your walk with fear (and the bear hugs) valuable. I suspect that fear gives me bear hugs often but I squirm away.
DeleteHow about I print this out and hang it on the bulletin board next to my computer?
ReplyDeletePowerful stuff, Gracie. Thanks for sharing it with us.
How about I did print it and thought about putting it at eye level at work --- but then shredded it :(
DeleteThanks, MM!