Come Back To The Well

Come back to the well and quench your thirst for aliveness

Rage with the torrent

Spin with the whirlpools

Pause in the millpond stillness

All of it water, however it flows

Jump right in

You’ll get wet, of course

You might even risk a drowning

But why make do with the sidelines of life?

Marvel at the miracle of imagining

Revel in your maddest thoughts, your most insane notions

Rejoice in your body’s contortions, the aches of the flesh

You see and are seen

You do and are done unto

You hear and are heard

You act and are acted upon

You know, are known

And are the knowing of it all

Why pretend you're not all that?

Dare You Be So Bold?

There’s an embarrassment of richness here

You are the luxuriance of being, unfestooned

The decadence of depth

It’s not that you’re not enough

For existence itself is beyond plentiful

When you see your own completeness

You’ll wonder if you dare be so bold

As to appear in public minus the garb of insufficiency

That you’ve been mistaking for who you are

This Is What No One Can Teach

No one ever taught me how to feel this pain

I learnt how to doubt and second guess myself

So all this time, I’ve been stopping well short

I no longer want your promises of salvation

(Such an inadvertent disservice, such a well-intentioned unkindness)

No one ever taught me how to lay myself open

What greater freedom is there than to feel this

Thus rendering everything else (having served its purpose)

Null and void?

My body, arcing and shaking, finally dances to its own tune.

Like Jesus’ time in the wilderness, numerous are the temptations to avoid this desert

Many are the whispers to stay away, to be unfaithful to ourselves.

This is what no-one can teach.