Feeling Temples

April 10

FEELING TEMPLES

I failed to appreciate the initial onslaught of feelings. I spent much time trying to capture them, lock them away, or in some other way submarine them. This only had the effect of retarding my recovery. I had to reframe my thinking. I had to start with simple calisthenics, embrace and celebrate. As my emotional health began to take shape, I started the foundations for tiny shrines, each with its own theme. Happiness had a party going on until all hours. With grief, there seemed to be a constant internment in progress, body or no. Fear showed an IMAX film of the realities of life on earth, and curiosity had an endless library plus a DSL line. Making myself a willing and frequent visitor to these contrasting places created in me wholeness and peace. Never again do I have to trudge the two dimensional desert of my monochromatic former life.

Write love letters with your favorite pen.

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The Key You See

The key you see is letting you accept me.

Oh, how I hide from that, run from that, flee from that.

I must be in control of what you think of me.

I curtain off the view of me

I don’t wish to share with you.

Add to that the unusual choices of what I hide.

I will strip down with all the lights blazing

long before I would let you see me drop the ball,

be confused, misunderstand.

What I truly fail to realize is that in the process

of trying to hide my faux pas and fumbles;

what I show you is my controlling ass.

Backside bare I moon you with my freak show

trying to hide my humanity.

Your compassion and tolerant waiting for me to calm down

and open my eyes is the key I fail to see about you.