Sunday, March 11, 2012

actually being

"you just don't seem your self"

i'm always so grateful to hear those words


sitting still long enough to be definable
holding still long enough to be contained
being still long enough to be nameable

my name has been signed on so many dotted lines

when have i ever wished that upon myself or anyone i loved

and yet
there's evidence everywhere i look
that this is a commonplace aspiration
because then the relational dovetails
that are so sought after
"oh you'll love him he's so funny!"
are that much easier
that much closer to the certainty
that simplifies
that unclutters the messiness
of actually being


The Weaver of Grass said...

I think we all have so many different selves Steven - and often it is hard to get to the core that is one's real self. Quiet and peaceful times often reveal a lot about how we really are.

Ruth said...

I never knew how much easier it would be as I grow older, to be honest. It's one of the true joys of the being that is aging.

aguja said...

The photograph is wonderful, Steven.

Your words amused me so because it epitomises that 'oneself' is intangible, ephemeral .... and that is how one should be - as elusive as a butterfly.
Thank you for this post!

If you have a chance, look at my post as there is a competition that some of your students may like to enter. Thanks!

Valerianna said...

Meeting yourself here with such open honesty... I'm not sure how to describe the feeling I have from this. Its so wise and powerful, but delivered in a matter of fact clarity - love that. Doesn't it seem the more rooted we become and the more we look for our true essence, we expand out into the void and are so much more massive and uncontainable? Something like that I want to say in response to this.

withoutwordswouldyouknow? said...

"Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.)"

thus spoke mister whitman