Free to Be Me


free to be me

 

Free to Be Me 

I wish for you the perfect gift

under the perfect tree

not locked in a box, ribboned or tucked in a sock

but open for all to see

as visible as the brightest star,

this gift, hopefully received most festively,

would simply, and mindfully be

“a present me”

in this season of your making

I wish for you garlands of friendships in waiting,

a thousand lights of joy, harmony, and fullness for the taking.

I wish for you a time of believing

in a Pandora of possibilities set free

a time to walk through the door

that has truly opened in your mind

and imagine you are as unique

as an individual snowflake caught in a flicker of candlelight

destined to brilliantly adorn the wonderful tree of life

where your light shines        and others see it

where your life matters        and others feel it

the gift I have faith you will accept most festively,

would be the peace of mind

that comes from believing in yourself

and finding the way, to finally say

“I’m free to be me”

All That I Can Be

Photo J.T. Dodds
All That I Can Be

1.
only ever one glass of wine
no matter how beautiful the pair might seem together, 
each crafted individually exquisitely unique
engendered with a particular essence
a minion among snowflakes, crystals, stars 

yet nothing about us 
	uniquely other than 
one person, 	an individual cell, 
	a single being, being human
one body, 	one mind,
one soul of an old and scarly cat,
smugly contemplating tolerance

everything we love expresses how we feel
about this organ of water and air
this mind of matter and darkness
this exposed soul of a universal want 
and need to plant the seed 
that I am the earth 

I live in light and love
I breathe my air
I admire the flower I am
that grows upon the earth I nurture
for as I churn from day to day
the wind I create caresses my body

I am the earth
	I am all that I see, 
		all that I feel
			all that I can be

2.

if we were one light
how brilliant would we shine

the heavens would cease running away
and look back upon us 
as the star over Bethlehem 
or the light of Mecca

if we were one surface
monumentally varied and etched
with the wisdom of ages
what a beautiful color our skin would be
blinded by the light and sensitive to the touch

if we were one breathe
drawing in everything that has been 
and will be, nurturing every pore of our being, 
filling the valleys and rivers of our awareness
with an inner sigh of recognition.

that we are the earth

	all that was and will be

all that we can see 

	is what we imagine love to be



Published in "Leaning to Lean Back on Living" Collected Poems

Gone Fishing

‘Every once and awhile one needs to wrap themselves in forgiveness, and forgetfulness…it’s the only way to release the hook, lean into it, no resistance, no pulling away.’ From the first poem in Gone Fishing, the poet takes you on a journey where each verse meditates on an aspect of being human, living in the light and letting it go at that. This collection runs the gamut of relationships, spirituality, impermanence, and a romance with life, the poet asking if you believe in happy endings.

All That I Can Be

1.
only ever one glass of wine
no matter how beautiful the pair might seem together,
each crafted individually exquisitely unique
engendered with a particular essence
a minion among snowflakes, crystals, stars

yet nothing about us
uniquely other than
one person, an individual cell,
a single being, being human
one body, one mind,
one soul of an old and scarly cat,
smugly contemplating tolerance

everything we love expresses how we feel
about this organ of water and air
this mind of matter and darkness
this exposed soul of a universal want
and need to plant the seed
that I am the earth

I live in light and love
I breathe my air
I admire the flower I am
that grows upon the earth I nurture
for as I churn from day to day
the wind I create caresses my body

I am the earth
I am all that I see,
all that I feel
all that I can be

if we were one light
how brilliant would we shine

the heavens would cease running away
and look back upon us
as the star over Bethlehem
or the light of Mecca

if we were one surface
monumentally varied and etched
with the wisdom of ages
what a beautiful color our skin would be
blinded by the light and sensitive to the touch

if we were one breathe
drawing in everything that has been
and will be, nurturing every pore of our being,
filling the valleys and rivers of our awareness
with an inner sigh of recognition.

that we are the earth

all that was and will be

all that we can see

is what we imagine love to be

Earth Day – All That I Can Be

The Love Embrace of the Universe, the Earth (Mexico), Myself, Diego and Señor Xólotl - Frida Kahlo, 1949

The Love Embrace of the Universe, the Earth (Mexico), Myself, Diego and Señor Xólotl – Frida Kahlo, 1949

 

only ever one glass of wine

no matter how beautiful the pair might seem together,

each crafted individually exquisitely unique

engendered with a particular essence

a minion among snowflakes, crystals, stars

yet nothing about us uniquely other than

one person, an individual cell, a single being, being human

one body, one mind

one soul of an old and scarly cat,

smugly contemplating tolerance

everything we love expresses how we feel

about this organ of water and air

this mind of matter and darkness

this exposed soul of a universal want and need

to plant the seed

that I am the earth I stand upon

I live in light and love

I breathe my air

I admire the flower that I am

that grows upon the earth I nurture

with my tears of joy

for as I turn from day to day

the wind I create caresses my body

I am the earth

I am all that I see, all that I feel

all that I can be


 if we were one light

how brilliant would we shine

the heavens would cease running away

and look back upon us

as the star over Bethlehem

or the light of Mecca

if we were one surface

monumentally varied and etched

with the wisdom of ages

what a beautiful color our skin would be

blinded by the light and sensitive to the touch

if we were one breath

drawing in everything that has been

and will be, nurturing every pore of our being,

filling the valleys and rivers of our awareness

with an inner sigh of recognition.

that we are the earth

all that was and will be

then, and all that we can see

is what we imagine love to be