Looking for the space
where being me won’t harm anyone else.
Does it exist?
Will I ever find it?
Where are the sign posts, the clues?
Am I allowed a compass or map?
In this high-tech, Reality TV world, can I get a lifeline?
Or will I be voted off the journey?
Is there rapid rail
Or must I travel on foot?
Are my feet bare?
Is the road rough,
With gravel, glass, & muck?
Am I alone, partnered, competing?
How much pain must I and others endure
Before I/we get there?
Is there room for all of us
Or just a select few?
Is it smooth sailing, magnificent seascapes,
Wise, witty, wicked wing women
Wearing sun- & breeze-kissed faces?
As Jill Scott would say:
84 degrees, melody?
Room for all who want to come
And are willing to do what it takes to get there?
Maybe it’s my/our choice, smooth or rugged,
Solo or en masse,
Really a bit of both, along a continuum,
The path to that special place.
Our experience of pain or pleasure
Determined by our choice
To don rose-colored or smokey gray glasses.
To see intermediate stops and a final destination
where I/We
Rest easy
Smell the roses
Have some tea
Feel the unconditional love of GOD,
The god within me/we,
GOD all around me/we,
GOD that is ME/WE!
