Here’s a twist!
Curly spine
Are you misaligned
You feel stuck
So is your lower back
Since you won’t listen in
Your body will scream in pain
What is the message you refuse to hear
What language will speak to you
For its call not be in vain
One second soothing
The other burning
The wheat pack a metaphor
For the uncomfortable truth
Can a gift be its own cage
When the armour you’ve carried
Straightening your spine
Is not there to hold it anymore
Is that why it hurts so much to stand
In the ambiguity
Of not knowing how this ends?
The Old Survivor Dilemma
What if you were a tree
Surviving by appearing useless to loggers
What if your curliness made you no good for timber
Would that enable you to grow and ground yourself?
Could being useless the thing that rescues you?
But what if your use was to help your fellow trees
Don’t they need being rescued too?
We are
We are trees
Beautiful in all our facets and colours
Calm and still yet changing
Revealing new skin under our peeling bark
Steady through our roots
Exploring and reaching for the sun
Through our branches and leaves
Dancing in the wind
We are river
Moving through life
Getting the stories of others
While spreading ours and diffusing through the ground
Eventually free from the ocean of thoughts
We are soil
Sometimes grounding and supporting
Nourishing by our very presence
Other times like quicksand
A destabilising force
We are what we are
Right here right now
We are air
Caressing your skin
Everywhere and nowhere
Bringing together oxygen, smells, sound
and flying birds
We are fire
Sometimes sooting and warm
The comfort of a dear book
Other times a force of nature
No one can control
Destroying and burning inside out
Until we find again the light
That reminds us that
We are what we are
Right here right now