“I am alive and well, I release what doesn’t belong to me…”
i wear my heart like a third eye — it rests on my forehead, sees the world too close, too much, too all-at-once
and it belongs to breaking; repeats a mantra to come back together again, but still whispers a combatant confession: i have seen/felt too much to release.
“I am alive and well, I am loved, supported, and in control…”
…and still– not. head too controlled by third eye heart; heart too overwhelmed by moving world
and belly: quakes in response aches in response to third eye and heart combined;
asks head: why are you wearing your heart like that?
heart whispers back: so i can see. and head feels. and belly quakes/aches/breaks.
a body in thirds, centred; heart as third eye: imbalance.
There is so much happening in the world and with all my roles–mom, wife, daughter, sister, friend, teacher, neighbor, voter…I sometimes forget the role of SELF. The role self and all I need in order to have harmony. On empty, I can’t accomplish much.
III.
On empty,
I won’t get very far
if I am driving –my body– this vehicle, on empty
will putter, stall, stop. Getting nowhere. I’ll just be stuck here, stuck with these emotions, stuck with these fears, stuck on EMPTY.
IV.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
ask your heart—
May I have energy?
She will say, yes. She looks out for you. Pumps life into you without any other reason than she loves you. Once-in-a-while, she’d like you to take a moment in gratitude. Place your hand on her, feel her strength and say, “Thank you.”
So Heart,
“Thank you. Thank you for beating all these years, for giving me life for all these years. Such a gift to see my daughter grow, to see my son grow, to see the sun rise and set 16,790 times–truly, that’s a miracle.
