Category: Personal Growth

WRITING THE AUSTRALIA TRIP

WRITING THE AUSTRALIA TRIP

We went to teach, we went to learn
we did a lot of both and more of some

We met amazing people – they met us
perhaps none will be the same again

Details I leave for further poems
which I hurry to hurry to write

before the ripples rippling out
are lost
clockwise and counter clock
down the toilet bowl of time

SACRED DANCE

SACRED DANCE

The Bushmen of the Kalahari
dance all night in a circle
dance a calf-deep trench in the sand

In a circle around the circle
sit those in need of a healing

And because it is a sacred dance
any dancer at any time may step
out of the dance and do the healing
and then return to the dance again

Knowing without knowing
that everyone is a healer sometimes
everyone needs a healing sometimes

You just keep dancing

THE INNER CRITIC

THE INNER CRITIC

Poor little Keystone Cop
(although often not so funny)
Leaping from shoulder to shoulder
trying so hard to keep us safe
yelling or whispering in each ear
the old rules based on fear

Telling us what we should have done
and what we should never do
Enforcing rules learned long ago
that may no longer be true

The voice of your mother, still
nags when your room’s not neat
The voice of your father
still wants you up at dawn

Your teacher and your coach
Your country and your culture
Your parents and your younger selves
with messages to keep you safe

The cop only knows what he used to know
and still does what he was told to do
You don’t have to destroy him
or shove him out the door

Just put your arm around him
and tell him you’re no longer four

WHO’S DRIVING YOUR CAR

WHO’S DRIVING YOUR CAR

The Siamese twins
had to move to England
so the other one could drive

The part of you that drives to the office
is not the one who arrives at the beach

The one who bought the purple dress
is not the one who won’t let you wear it

The one who got the license first
always wants to drive

While everyone else in your psychic car
the ones that can think
and the ones that can feel
all fight for their turn at the wheel

While it so often seems that the you
that includes and is more than them all

Is back in the boot, or trunk if you like
bound and gagged and tied up inside
just going along for the ride

WORTH OF A MAN

WORTH OF A MAN

In my father’s mind
the worth of any man
was tied hand and foot to his work

The day he retired
to leave his ranch and his work
he was felled by a massive stroke

Every time I make enough money to quit
I hurry to lose it as fast as I can

And go right back to work to make it again
remembering what I learned from this man

LULLABY TO POLARITY

LULLABY TO POLARITY

The more the more you are woman
the more I am man

The more you rest soft in my arms
the stronger they become

The more the more I am man
the more you are woman

The more the strength
in the shape of the spoon

The more the more even in sleep
you curl up and melt
into sugar and good medicine