Fearful Cocoon of Ego
Monarch butterfly floats
Flower to flower, over trees
Around leafy branches, between grass blades.
With feet on solid earth I watch afraid
I will never know gliding on the breeze.
But what if I devote
Time spent fearing to a mindful crusade
Each heartache a flower, I see
The plight as antidote.
In lieu of fear promote
Discomforts as a force esprit
All feelings as weightless escapade.
A Bragi Poem inspired by Pema Chodron’s following words from The Places that Scare You:
“Although we have the potential to experience the freedom of a butterfly, we mysteriously prefer the small and fearful cocoon of ego.”
(Inspired by Pensive or Thoughtful Mood a 1939 sculpture by Stella Elkins Tyler)
Rubenesque a negative
Willowy a positive
Zaftig to avoid
Slender to attain
Chubby a dislike
Skinny a desire
Stout to loathe
Svelte to long
Why do these words dictate decisions and self-worth
When they say nothing about inner beauty and character?
(A Decastitch Poem)
The radio speaks to me telling
Telling me to get my body beach ready
Ready for surf and sand and bikinis I suppose
Suppose I am insufficient already
But on my commute I begin to ponder
Ponder the needs of going to the shore
Shore ready body doesn’t make the list
List includes towel, sunscreen, money for the store
I complete my internal inventory
Inventory needs for a beach ready bod
Bod healthy and happy who can move through water and sand
Beach ready body is about mechanics not facade.
(A Loop Poem)
On our recent adventure we took pictures of each other.
Home, we shared them telling what we love about one another.
Each of us focused on our features we liked least during the view
The things we can mention we love about ourselves are few
The quirky details we love about the other are untold,
We believe the other an amazing site to behold.
But looking in the mirror we see a face wrinkled and old
If only we could look through the loving eyes of the other
And see what the other can see with kindness and love anew.
When we love ourselves as we love the other, love becomes bold.
(A CinqTroisDecaLa Poem)