Maybe it’s your smile
that’s so familiar.
Or, maybe it’s your face that I’ve always known.
Our connection transcends
time and space.
We’ll keep meeting in no specific earthly place.
Maybe I’ll see you in our dreams,
or spinning in the heavens and cosmos ,
or some funny place between
technology and electric communication
beeps and dings.
However we meet, know you always have my heart
without any strings.
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
Seeing the bench marking your ass
from sitting down and getting
goals done –
for someone else,
it wore, but didn’t hurt.
Don’t stress about those bench, or bitch-marks,
because that won’t help your dreams hitch.
Pitch your dream to God, the Universe,
it’ll get tossed back to you.
Maybe not how you imagined,
but bigger than that.
A rolling shimmery ball,
like those iridescent soap bubbles you blew with the wind
way back when.
it’s so big and radiant,
You can’t put your arms around it,
or break it.
It’s yours –
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?