Monday, August 23, 2021

my brain and
heart divorced
a decade ago
over who was
to blame about
how big of a mess
I have become.
eventually,
they couldn't be 
in the same room
with each other.
now my head and heart 
share custody of me.
I stay with my brain 
during the week
and my heart 
gets me on weekends.
they never speak to one another
    - instead, they give me
the same note to pass
to each other every week:
"This is all your fault!"
on Sundays
my heart complains
about how my 
head has let me down
in the past
and on Wednesday
my head lists all
of the times my 
heart has screwed
things up for me 
in the future.
there's been a lot
of yelling - and crying
so,
    lately, I've been
spending a lot of 
time with my gut.
most nights, I sneak out of the
window in my ribcage
and slide down my spine
and collapse on my 
gut's plush leather chair
~ and I just sit sit sit sit
until the sun comes up.
last evening, 
my gut asked me
if I was having a hard
time being caught 
between my heart
and my head.
I nodded.
I said I didn't know
if I could live with 
either of them anymore.
"my heart is always sad about
something that happened yesterday
while my head is always worried
about something that may happen tomorrow," 
I lamented.
my gut squeezed my hand and said:
"in that case, 
you should 
go stay with your 
lungs for a while.
if you are exhausted by
your heart's obsession with
the fixed past and your mind's focus
on the uncertain future,
your lungs are the perfect place for you.
there is no yesterday in your lungs
there is no tomorrow there either
there is only now
there is only inhale
there is only exhale
there is only this moment
there is only breath
and in that breath
you can rest while your
heart and head work 
their relationship out."
this morning,
while my brain
was busy reading
tea leaves
and my heart was staring
at old photographs 
I packed a little
bag and walked
to the door of 
my lungs.
before I could even knock
she opened the door
with a smile and as
a gust of air embraced me
she said
"what took you so long?"

~ john roedel (johnroedel.com)

Dark hours

I love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.
There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived,
and held like a legend, and understood.
Then the knowing comes: I can open
to another life that's wide and timeless.
So I am sometimes like a tree
rustling over a gravesite
and making real the dream
of the one its living roots
embrace:
a dream once lost
among sorrows and songs.

Rainer Maria Rilke 
Trans. Anita Burrows & Joanna Macy

I don't feel good
therefore I am bad
therefore no one loves me.
I feel good
therefore I am good
therefore everyone loves me.
I am good
You do not love me
therefore you are bad. So I do not love you.
I am good
You love me
therefore you are good. So I love you.
I am bad
You love me
therefore you are bad.

-RD Laing, Knots

First of all

First of all nothing will happen
and a little later
nothing will happen again
A family will pass by in the night
speaking of the children’s bedtime 
That will be the signal
for you to light a cigarette
Then comes a delicate moment 
when the backwoods men
gather around the table 
to discuss your way of life
Dismiss them with a glass of
cherry juice 
Your way of life has been over 
for many years 
The moonlit mountains
surround your heart 
and the Anointed One
with his bag and stick
can be picked out on a path
He is probably thinking of what
you said
in the schoolyard 100 years ago
This is a dangerous moment 
that can plunge you into silence 
for a million years 
Fortunately the sound of clarinets 
from a wandering klezmer
ensemble
drifts into the kitchen 
Allow it to distract you
from your cheerless meditation 
The refrigerator will go into
second gear 
and the cat will climb onto the 
windowsill
For no reason at all 
you will begin to cry
Then your tears will dry up
and you will ache for a companion
I will be that companion
At first nothing will happen to us
and later on
it will happen to us again

--Leonard Cohen

We're all stories in the end

 I'll be a story in your head. But that's OK: We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? Because it was, you know, it was the best. And the times we had, eh? Would've had. Never had. In your dreams, they'll still be there. 

--Doctor Who