Warmth

Remember when we were everything?

Just bright, distant suns that were everything, the definition of what was not darkness?

Remember when we warmed the methane oceans on young planets and feasted on sweet snow cone comets afterwards?

Remember when we grew so large, so quick, that we destroyed all in our gravitational wake? All that mattered became more of own forge?

Remember when that connection broke

and we collapsed

into ourselves?

No? Worry not.

Long after we’re gone, when our ghostly nebulas have spread beyond any resemblance of anything

our light will continue on and on and on.

Just a waving particle to give some human a direction to go towards.

Writing like yoga

It’s very hard to restart, when it’s been so long since the last practice.

It’s not a perfection, it’s a practice.

If there was a perfection, there would be a mold, and it would all look the same. And everyone would be doing the same thing.

It will be messy, and learning from mistakes, and there is always that point of doubt…

is any of this any good? Or should it be thrown out? why should I try again?

Because, you remember how much fun it was, and even on the worst day writing…

it was a still a day that you practiced.

Masks

Wood Skull Burle

Wood burle, half burned, probably from a fire pit.

I haven’t found my beach yet this year.

The wanderlust is real.

There is a phenomena where people see faces in patterns, neutral, and man made. The pointy eyes looking to the left, Pinocchio nose, and the gasping mouth of shock and surprise, or horror. The green is unhappy with the state of the world.

As plain as this story is, does it contain anything deeper than the patterns which we perceive?

Are we open to others experience?

Can we accept the information that is plainly there, without the filter of trauma? 

Check in, Call Out

Before calling out, check in.

Check in with yourself, is this the best way to help?

Check in with your community, can I communicate in a better way? Is this coming from a place that wants things to be better?

Check in with your heart, will this be the best outcome to leave everything and everyone in a better place?

There’s hard work in being honest, open, and kind. In a time where electronic communication is easy, hatred is a quick response, and gains momentum the more you put into it. Most hate comes from a place of pain, or fear. It’s easy at a distance, especially through electronic communication. It’s hard work doing this thing face to face, but it’s worth it. You won’t lose face by trying.

And what you put into anything, comes back to you.

Check in, help yourself first. Speak open and honest. Come from a place of love, and lift all others around you.

Consider this a call out.

On Making Peace With Endings — Thought Catalog

I have a tendency to hold on too tightly, to people, to places, and to moments, stretching out all of the goodness until the final breaking point. I clench my fists until my knuckles are white and my palms have dark indentations forming from my nails digging in so deeply. I wait until the expiration…

via On Making Peace With Endings — Thought Catalog

Reflection

Everyone has their patterns they want to break; feelings of guilt, revenge, anger, unworthiness, shame. To unlearn the patterns which feed ego, and take action from the heart maybe hard to do.

That’s okay as well, it hasn’t been practiced enough. There isn’t a perfect way to do things, (and those who claim there are, are only feeding their own ego) It’s called a practice for a reason. It’s okay do it wrong, to make mistakes. Know that I thank you for trying and doing. You’re doing great, keep going. I’m sorry for the hard journey ahead.

Unconditional self-forgiveness is a practice of using your heart to change those patterns you want to break. I forgive you for your actions, they come from a place of unloving conditions. Unconditional self-love, holds up all the good and bad of the self, and gives it what it needs. When you do things from the heart, it puts you on the right path. No matter what happens, or has happened, I love you.

It becomes easier the more you do it. Start with yourself to make it better, for everyone.

-An apology/love/forgiveness/thanking letter to myself

POEMS FOR LONELY TIMES — Mighty Mike McGee’s Web Presents

Click here to download my free digital chapbook! Published April 1, 2020. McGee Chapbook – Poems For Lonely Times

via POEMS FOR LONELY TIMES — Mighty Mike McGee’s Web Presents

Filters

Problems and Conflict are filters over our perception

It’s habit

to go back

to that which is familiar

if you only know that one thing

your own story

The weight of most fear is inherited from childhood,

is it time to be the better adult to your younger self?

remove those heavy fear tinted glasses

Recognize that to look with many eyes, from many angles, tells many stories of you and you and you

be grateful to step in other peoples shoes, their travels may have scuffed them in dark places, ensure that you’ve returned them respectfully,

make sure that journey is in a better direction, with less fear, and learn with love

for older you

for current you

for younger you

and especially for other people

that follow blindly

 

 

 

 

Isolation

Isolation leaves one with their thoughts, emotions, trauma, loves, and only themselves as company.

Without distractions, one is forced to deal with who they are.

Watch your feet

 

Watch your feet.

Claiming to stand on the shoulders of giants, means you honour and respect the work and effort and tears of those that came before you.

Raising a community means bringing everyone with you. Ugly, beautiful, plain, good, indifferent, bad, young, old – everyone.

Making sure that when you lift the bar, that everyone is holding on.

Everyone.

Watch your feet where you lead people to.

Even when you stood shoulder to shoulder, a hidden agenda is seen, not for everyone. But only for your needs.

Check where you stand, watch your feet.

Are you standing alongside giants?

You probably are pushing your community down, with a foot on someone’s head.

Just to keep your own head above the rising waters of your guilt.

Watch your feet.