What to Remember When Writing Poetry
I’ve always wanted to be a poet and I suppose I am, because sometimes I write broken lines on the page and I find myself continually willing to step through the barrier of ‘Who do you think you are?’ to see what happens.
Words sometimes cohere like strange attractors to reveal patterns that bring me deeper. Finding some shape of sound and meaning that pleases me, I am send it off—post it as my gift to the universe. I suppose I should be more careful with creations. I should work longer to ensure only the highest quality. But I refuse to work that hard, so when there’s a spark, I trust that to be enough. (Even when there’s not a spark, I try to trust that too.)
For me, this trusting is the key to creating anything—remembering that there is nothing to prove, we are already OK. Since whatever we do will never be good enough to earn our keep, we don’t have to try so hard. It’s not not caring. It’s just remembering the beating heart has been given and already fills our entire body with the red liquid of life – the energy that sustains us – the life that is us. Whatever our considered opinion on the matter, we are always and nothing but the universe universing—the incarnation of God’s love.
The key to dancing in life is to begin knowing that nothing is good enough to earn this love that has already been given. As we consciously receive this unmerited gift of life, then not so critical, not so hard. Everything we do, every word we write, every move we make is our love song to the mystery—a deep bow to all that is already.
Words come together (or not) and express some fraction of life. Always a fraction over zero. Always the fullness of the universe even in a few poorly chosen words.
May it be so.
May I remember that it already is so.