Either you will
go through this door
or you will not go through.
If you go through
there is always the risk
of remembering your name.
If you do not go through
it is possible
to live worthily
to maintain your attitudes
to hold your position
to die bravely
but much will blind you,
much will evade you,
at what cost who knows?
The door itself
makes no promises.
It is only a door.
Thich Nhat Hanh
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundres miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
call to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
How far you go in life depends on
you being tender with the young,
compassionate with the aged, sympathetic
with the striving and tolerant of
the weak and strong. Because
someday in life you will have
been all of these.
George Washington Carver
Finally on my way to yes
I bump into
all the places
where I said no
to my life
All the untended wounds
the red and purple scars
those hieroglyphs of pain
carved into my skin,mybones.
those coded messages
that sent me down
the wrong street
again and again.
Where I find them
the old wounds
the old misdirections
and I lift them
one by one
close to my heart
and I say holy
which is doing it's best, night and day,
to make you everybody else means to fight
the hardest battle to which any human being can fight:
and never stop fighting."
"...All that is gold does not glitter;
not all those that wander are lost."
J.R.R. Tolkien Fellowship of the Ring 1954
a blonde shy thing
wonder what she dreamed of
during that summer of love
fingers dancing on the keys
while she carried me
the secret she could not keep
agencies as ladies in waiting
eager for the profit hewn from the pink babe
they rearrange the roots of the tree
erase the you completely from me
change the name but leave the ill-gotten face
as a reminder
and the stigma of the day nods as if to say
I agree-this is kinder
than carrying the shame of this child with no name
and no one, no one will ever be the wiser
sanitized for your protection and convenience
this swaddling package of misplaced genetics
this bundle of bad chemicals and good swimmers
born to the virgin then
spat out and forgotten
he says you should have ben aborted you know
and at school they say the word history
as if it's supposed to mean something
and boys fling their insults and watch as the sting
hits the face
cause they wanna be sure that I know
I have no place among them
and the mirror is my enemy
buried in the past
who cast me into the sea of other