Successes, yes, acknowledge them.
But notice how much applause you need for them.
Maybe you only need your own,
clap, clap, clap,
clap, clap, clap, claps
of hundreds in unison.
Because that noise,
your heart beats
to which I report.
emotional, and spiritual
allegiance to gladly.
On this sacred Earth,
within this wondrous Universe,
I devote myself to thee.
Oh, wait, maybe Depression?
No, the first two
don’t get to hang out long
enough to become the third guest.
I see you moping behind my gray matter,
peeking a curious glance at my soul.
Hoping to stay for longer than a cup of tea,
or glass of wine.
You want to be acknowledged. I don’t mind.
Embraced and even accepted, that’s fine, too.
But, oh, you dark sexy Melancholy and sweet Sadness,
you don’t get to feast with me for weeks, or
eat out of my fridge.
You don’t get to dance to drumbeats in my head every other day,
or fuck me over again.
This time around,
you are temporary guests.
I’ve already given you my best.
I have small piles of what some may call disorganization, or a “MESS.” But really, they’re a reminder of things I need to take care of next. They are physical, tangible messages in my home and office. Some people will say everything should have a place of storage that works for you. Well, I do. Still, for certain projects, once out of sight, are no longer in mind. From books I want to read, to events I want to attend, to topics I want to write about and or, food I want to buy on sale, I have a little “to do” pile that awaits my attention. It remains a “mess” until I act on it. They may repeat throughout my life. They are MESSages to get on task.
The same holds true for the MESS of history that is repeating itself in all our lives for a reason – the tragedies that swept Dallas, Nice, Louisiana and the ridiculous political circus this year, are just a few examples. These are all issues we’ve not as a collective whole properly or ethically addressed in the past. So, it regurgitates itself in our society into a MESS we need to pay attention to, act on and clean up – together. It’s a MESSage from God, the Universe or whatever you hold as your spiritual truth, that it’s time to stop blaming, holding onto grudges, and our self-righteousness. It’s time to hold the accountable accountable, collaborate and move forward, with forthright calm, faith and courage.
Did you get the MESSage?
Those aren’t finish lines on our body and face.
Our soul’s race,
never-ending, so many infinite
miles into the heavens.
Some of us can’t even begin to see, perceive.
Our earthly race,
is only with ourselves.
Let’s set our own pace.
Never crossing the finish line,
but erasing, redrawing, and
erasing them over and over again.
Continuously resetting and
Winners in love,