On our path there will be many, many voices telling us the way – but that may not be OUR way. This is a poem-prayer for remembering. For being still & listening to our unique inner voices, when we have forgotten, even if it contradicts almost everything that is considered correct. The world desperately needs more of us following our own threads, sailing our beautiful, preposterous ships.
Have you ever forgotten?
The keys, the number, the lists?
The important things? The body and your dream and where the well was?
That image in your bones? The direction of your ship?
If you remember that you have forgotten, you’re nearly there.
But if you have forgotten you have forgotten, you are in the Deep.
That river of forgetfulness
has become a flood
your ship is in pieces,
joining the others.
You grab a hold of any piece of debris
tossed atop the waves.
To get a breathe.
Did you become convinced you were here to float like debris?
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙨—
You are here to remember
who you are
so you can be medicine for us all.
A stunning fragment of the Dream
dreaming us whole.
It is not selfish to let go of the debris
in order to re-build your ship of remembering.
Keep following whatever allows you to grab a scrap of 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣—not theirs—
to piece together your extravagant vessel.
The swallow does not mimic the eagle
the eagle does not flicker like the lizard
and the lizard and the lichen have distinct paths.
They do not drink of the river of forgetfulness
and in their stillness is the total movement of their life.
The stillness is where the remembering begins—
Your ears open and hear the things:
It may sound like the whistle of the swallows.
Or the hummingbird’s wings thrumming the air.
It may be the breeze through the needles.
Or the thunderous beat of a heart you had forgotten.
It may be the shattering imperative of your thunderbolt soul.
However it is—
stay with it.
Listen so deep & richly
you become the big ear
Then, with what you hear
sail your beautiful, preposterous ships into the big dream.