today i am grateful
for proverbs
little mantras guide me through the day
one man's trash is
another man's treasure
i take what is old
and make it new
shirts dresses ribbons
personal myths
though today brings
so much trouble finding the treasure
my stomach in knots
these trembling hands
9:35 and a whole day to survive
my stomach roils
while painful castigation
dances in my head
any story sounds true
until someone tells the other side
and sets the record straight
tremors move to my chest
i focus on the fabric
the fabric
keep the scissors on the fabric
grateful
there must be something here
for which i am grateful
loneliness
whispers
ghetto sounds
i hear young mothers next door
screaming at their babies
again
there
but for the grace of god
go i
if one is unable
by circumstance
chemistry
or resource
to step back, calm the voice
stay their hand
make it to the next moment
without doing harm
ill equipped
over the din
not hearing the limbic
begging for
right breath right livelihood right action
are they not still a mighty work
a precious jewel
a treasure?
blessed
are the poor in spirit
over and over
in my mind
while my hands cut
stitch
one man's trash
someone shops for the spanking new
superstores
aisles and aisles
made in china
yet
i cannot judge my relation
until
i walk two moons in his moccasins
suffering cosmic arrows
sometimes having the courage
to pick ourselves up
dust ourselves off
sometimes not
even those most revered for their faith
compassion
power
in fearful moments shake a fist at the
clear blue expanse
my god
why
have you forsaken me?
the conjoined twins of
fear and anger
distract so efficiently
turning attention from blessings
intention
must move toward
taking out the trash
releasing
unveiling treasure
reminding
we can know only as much divinity
as exists within us
today i am grateful
for proverbs
little mantras
guiding me through the day
little mantras guide me through the day
one man's trash is
another man's treasure
i take what is old
and make it new
shirts dresses ribbons
personal myths
though today brings
so much trouble finding the treasure
my stomach in knots
these trembling hands
9:35 and a whole day to survive
my stomach roils
while painful castigation
dances in my head
any story sounds true
until someone tells the other side
and sets the record straight
tremors move to my chest
i focus on the fabric
the fabric
keep the scissors on the fabric
gratefulthere must be something here
for which i am grateful
loneliness
whispers
ghetto sounds
i hear young mothers next door
screaming at their babies
again
there
but for the grace of god
go i
if one is unable
by circumstance
chemistry
or resource
to step back, calm the voice
stay their hand
make it to the next moment
without doing harm
ill equipped
over the din
not hearing the limbic
begging for
right breath right livelihood right action
are they not still a mighty work
a precious jewel
a treasure?
blessed
are the poor in spirit
over and over
in my mind
while my hands cutstitch
one man's trash
someone shops for the spanking new
superstores
aisles and aisles
made in china
yet
i cannot judge my relation
until
i walk two moons in his moccasins
suffering cosmic arrows
sometimes having the courage
to pick ourselves up
dust ourselves off
sometimes not
even those most revered for their faith
compassion
power
in fearful moments shake a fist at the
clear blue expanse
my god
why
have you forsaken me?
the conjoined twins of
fear and anger
distract so efficiently
turning attention from blessings
intention
must move toward
taking out the trash
releasing
unveiling treasure
reminding
we can know only as much divinity
as exists within us
today i am grateful
for proverbs
little mantras
guiding me through the day
ghetto sounds
ReplyDeletei hear young mothers next door
screaming at their babies
again
there
but for the grace of god
go i"
yes! yes. i have been there. thought/felt the exact same thing.
What has allowed us to be mindful when so many cannot be? Adrienne- I love what you do, what you say, how you are. I am grateful for your constant mindfulness on this planet and that I know you.
ReplyDeletebeautiful ladies...
ReplyDeletedouble happiness to receive confirmation from two exquisite minds and hearts this morning.
i wish i knew what makes one person mindful and another not; if i did, i would bottle it up and trade it for a vial of 'thick-skinned snake oil', and we'd be good-to-go, wouldn't we my fellow travelers?
this is a beautiful piece, thankyou so much for sharing it.
ReplyDelete'i take what is old
and make it new
shirts dresses ribbons
personal myths
though today brings
so much trouble finding the treasure'
Such wonderful lines, such a creative soul. Good luck to you.
I like that smarties design fabric ...
ReplyDeleteyou ARE American..? was that New York I saw in the background there?
do you have Smarties out there?
they're like M&Ms but far tastier