how do things stay held together?

poetry & art

how immense— this universe that lives inside us

and we carry it around

with us each day

like it’s not sacred

like it’s a bucket for blood and guts

like it’s a case for bones and valves

like it’s a vessel for a trillion cells

it’s a zillion fireflies working overtime keeping us alive

but how do things stay held together?

how do our sufferings not ignite a wildfire that we can’t put out?

(too late?)

wholeness is the task we have

an urgent calling to awaken

to know we are called to live

to lose our sense

our grasp

our knowing

(and our not knowing)

hey, did you know you can sing along with a song without knowing the words?

(i do it all the time)

you can understand a poem with your heart

instead of your mind

it feels different

a vibration in your gut

(it kinda tickles)

i like to embrace my dreamscape

take refuge in my rich inner life

(i sometimes worry i might stay IN forever

but the sun is

OUT

and i need summer)

yesterday, i heard someone speak of the abandonment of sense-making

and i like the idea of it

i don’t feel like myself lately but maybe i’m wrong

(maybe i’m more myself than i’ve ever been)

i want to give in to this pure being this not giving in to this unrest this diverting this gaze to something different to something better

maybe a soft and steady never mind is one way

to love the world