Made to be Experienced
I am made to be experienced,
In the wildest of ways,
I live my life.
Roaming through meadows,
Wandering the desert.
If I am not creating, I am dying.
To be stagnant is my biggest fear.
The disease of stagnancy
Takes hold when
Depression and anxiety become
So heavy that the desire to
Connect, move, and love cease.
In order to live, I must love.
Simple as that.
To live is to wander,
And that is magic.
I am magic.
As are you.
I am a walking conundrum.
I’m silly and serious.
I’m crazy and calm.
I’m passionate and idle.
I’m clingy. I like my space.
I am fascinated but also bored.
I will give you freedom,
But seek reassurance.
Sometimes I am insecure.
Other times, arrogant.
I bite my tongue, I speak my mind.
I listen, I ignore.
I can light up the world, but I can also
Leave it in darkness.
I am flawed yet perfect.
Simply by being born.
What a miraculous gift.
To embody a full spectrum of
Feeling, emotion, and experience.
What a miraculous gift.
To be human.
As the spring comes I find myself
Getting lost in
Flower fields, sunshine, and
Animals out to play & hunt.
I am at the intersection of
Me and my memories +
Me and my future +
Me and the present.
Ready to let go of things from my past that weren’t really mine to begin with.
Borrowed from the universe,
I release them back.
Space knows what to do with it.
To admire the future without willing it to
Be here sooner or
Worrying it to stay away.
To allow myself to forget about me.
My achievements, my downfalls.
My accomplishments, my mistakes.
My dreams and goals.
My plans and my ideas.
My defeats and triumphs.
My past and my future.
I watch them float away on
Light, and easy to let go of.
All those things that I once thought
“Made me me” are really not me at all.
I am not my dreams,
And yet I am.
If everything was
Stripped away from me...
My possessions, my memories,
My thoughts, and even my senses.
If I was left with no friends or family.
No day and no night.
No time or awareness..
I would still be me.
Because I am all that is.
We are all that is.
And it is all the same, same, same.
Creation flows through me.
It does not begin with me.
I channel vibratory patterns that
Resonate within my body and
Release them through many mediums.
I allow experience to saturate my brain
Like water on a rice paddy field.
The fertile soil planted and ready
With many seeds of ideas.
I welcome the flood.
I welcome the sun.
The water overflows my mind and
Down my spine it goes,
Transmuting into pure feeling and
Soaking my heart with juicy
The current is strongest here, and
Makes the most sense,
Despite lack of thought.
To be in the heart is to be in love.
As it fills my abdomen and
Trickles down to my toes,
I delight in the patterns that are
Created within and around
My body and
Giggle at the cleanse of my cells.
The boundless energy pours back
Into The Earth
Through my feet, hands, and
Experiences feel like the desert.
They dry out my brain, leaving it
Cracked, caked, and carved out.
The seeds of ideas still there,
Burrowed down deep in the cracks,
Unable to sprout.
During these times
My heart beats slowly.
Sludge built up in all directions,
Viscosity of blood like that of a
Gelatinous syrup whom the
Farmer begs to flow into her buckets,
Despite many years of drought.
The lone maple tree has
Nothing to give her,
But she tries over and over to
Illicit even the
My heart aches and cries,
But all my tears are buried.
Tender feelings unable to
Escape the body.
Trapped in a state of hunger and thirst,
My heart is aware of its weaknesses.
In that it grows even stronger.
(Despite the despair.)
My abdomen drudges along,
Bored and bothered by
Lack of stimulation.
Closed off to processing and
Digesting my experience.
I can't let it go, can't let it flow.
Leaving me full of shit and faking it.
My limbs grow stiff and tired.
I feel awry and angry.
Dry bitterness the only taste
Left in my mouth.
But alas! The waters flow in again and
I am revived, opened, and cleansed.
I am renewed.
Finally able to release the tears that
Once seemed impossible to find.
I recover swiftly.
My body and mind
Connected once again,
Joined by the river of
Love, breath, and spirit
That now supplies my fertile grounds.
My heart, stronger than ever.
For to rejoice in the rains
I must suffer the drought.
Both are a pertinent part of the
You may wonder, what causes these
These seasons of perception?
These periods of suffering and
Times of great joy?
What cracks the shell of the egg or
Sparks the fire of the future?
I do not know entirely.
Sometimes, I think, it is simply Nature.
The natural world experiences
Seasons and creates a vast array of
Climates and environments
The Earth embodies every element and
Is constantly shifting and changing
Why would we be different?
Are we not part of nature,
A piece of the Earth itself?
Perhaps it is simply one’s perspective of
How the events occurring around them
After all, I am responsible for
How I perceive and
Contribute to the world,
And thus have the choice to neglect or
Water myself through each wave of
I have the power to
Interpret each event as something
That will nourish me.
Even when it seems impossible, or the
Pain is immense,
I am able to let it flow.
In and out.
In this way, the change of mind and
Feeling is best compared to a faucet.
Sometimes, one simply must learn to
Flip the switch and
Let it all in.
Or let it all go.
The valves are in your own mind,
In your own heart.
You have the ability to
Crack open your own shell,
Spark your own fire.
In fact you are the only one who can.
Sometimes another human full of love
Can help to show you the way.
They may stir feelings within that are
Uncomfortable, strange, or new.
Their words may make you
Think, question, or wonder.
Their actions leaving you full of
Curiosity, fascination, or envy.
But it will ALWAYS be you who makes
Allows the change.
Turns on the faucet and pours out
All over the world.
Only you can heal you.
Are you ready to release and receive?
You must decide.
The world will honor your decision to
Flow, if you so choose.
To be vulnerable is to be relatable, and
We could all use a little more
Nature respects those who share.
Sharing of our waters, suns, and
Seeds of ideas.
Flowing into and
Around each other,
Caressing emotions and bodies.
At times these changes in our
State of being feel drastic, like a
Monsoon in the desert.
Other times, they take years and
Years to develop.
Moving one bit at a time,
Day by day.
Sometimes the flow within is so subtle,
We are not aware of it.
But it is ALWAYS there,
Deep beneath the surface,
Even in the driest of times.
Building, developing, experiencing.
More often than not, there is a
Combination of all that has been
Mentioned above happening
Inside and outside,
All at once.
I change quickly and slowly
At the same time.
I flow freely and build dams,
How can this be?
Well, we are often dealing with many
Situations at the same time.