This poem is part of the Grover series, honoring the first place I've ever felt like I could call home since childhood. I don't feel like a temporary tenant when I'm there, I feel like this is where I live.
"Who's really hurting? The first step is to recognise that holding on to anger just makes us burn. This person who hurt us did so in the past, but what is hurting us now in this moment? Our resentment and anger. Holding onto this anger is like holding a hot coal in our hand, it just burns us. If we could drop it, we would find relief. In the same way, if we work on our minds, we can free ourselves."
Let go of anger.
Let go of rage.
“If you let go a little, you will have a little peace. If you let go a lot, you will have a lot of peace.” - Ajahn Chah
I outdoor shower bathed in sun colors of hot water outdoor shower a little bird looks out from the branches of home bathed in sun colors its black and yellow feathers so like clouds and light of hot water heat of summer relentless even for a bird II slipping into the pool naked divides the night sun-warmed waters . slipping into the pool comes a nighttime visitor a stealthy raccoon naked divides the night those that hide in the daytime appear bold at dusk sun-warmed waters a pleasure as it paddles silent in shadow Jane & Cie
Notes:
I was honestly stuck with this one. Then it came to me, like flash--like a vision! I just wrote it down.
The "sleighs" of these two Troiku were written by Jane Reichhold (1937 - 2016). The unruly "horses" were led to water by me.
We don't care what flag you're waving we don't even want to know your name we don't care where you're from or where you're going all we know is that you came you're making all our decisions we have just one request of you that while you're thinking things over here's something you just better do
Free the people now
do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now
free the people now
do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now
Well we were caught with our hands in the air
don't despair paranoia is everywhere
we can shake it with love when we're scared
so let's shout it aloud like a prayer
Free the people now
do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now
free the people now
do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now
We understand your paranoia
but we don't want to play your game
you think you're cool and know what you are doing
666 is your name
so while you're jerking off each other
you better bear this thought in mind
your time is up you better know it
but maybe you don't read the signs
Free the people now
do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now
free the people now
do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now
Well you were caught with your hands in the kill
and you still got to swallow your pill
as you slip and you slide down the hill
on the blood of the people you killed
Stop the killing (free the people now)
do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now
stop the killing (free the people now)
do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now
Bring on the lucie
Some sundowns rise on another day of loss and one day set forever on a self ravaged by a broken mind.
~Cie~
Note:
Sundowning is a term for confusion in a dementia patient which worsens as evening comes on. Towards the end of his life, my father, who had vascular dementia, was sundowning. He confused reality with events on television.
My father was a college professor. I have cared for more than one college professor or other people whose work revolved around using their mind who ended up with dementia. The junk science sharticles which proclaim that exercising your mind helps prevent dementia make me see liquid murder.
You know what helps prevent dementia? Not having the DNA trigger for dementia coded in your genetic makeup. You could watch nothing but reruns of Jersey Shore and the Flavor of Love for your entire life and not end up with dementia if the trigger for dementia isn't in your DNA. I don't recommend it, but you could.
Dementia is horrible. It destroys lives. The least we could do is not insult those suffering from dementia and their caregivers and loved ones by publishing victim-blaming crap.
Image created by The Real Cie
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I'm hoping one day to get this tattooed on my arm in honor of my father
