He said
She said
You seem full of yourself
Or full of something
As I would
Decidedly be
Rather mistaken
As too much for sum
Than sow scarcely perceived
In convenient lacking
A peace meal
Leaving hungry
Or crocodile tears
Without hankering
Putting oneself out
With friendly fire
And faux alike
Sew much
Wee must take in
The unconsuming whole
Hemmed in
The bind leading the bind
For if we were to a peer
As God sees us
As children sew sew proud
We’d break out
In stitches
Rather than
Go bust
At the seems
Making awe
The deference
In the whirled
This poem is about living largely into the grandiosity and wonder in which our souls are made. I have been accused on occasion of being full of myself. I just see this as being me — albeit really me! I see one of the major forms of social control in modern, so-call civilization as keeping people small. This oftentimes passes for humility. I suspect that as many times as not, the offense people commit against God and their nature is living much smaller than for which they were designed. I suspect that as many times as not, when someone expects someone else to stay “in their place,” it is less out of a desire for high morality than maintaining a predictable and unintimidating (also read uninspiring) environment that conveniently benefits their own status quo. Fully alive human beings are going to have an overflowing and even overwhelming quality that can be intimidating to those trying to hang onto a tightly ordered, small piece of real estate. Well, the real state of being fully human involves a perpetual freshness and a range of freedom that should be challenging and hopefully inspiring to others. Such newness incarnated in the world reveals the irrepressibly of hope, curiosity, playfulness, and creativity. Such free range humans inescapably reflect a certain lightheartedness in the face of seemingly serious social boundaries, recognizing the often arbitrary and inhumane nature of substituting abstract rules for face-to-face human relationship. Any dimension of newness present in humans can serve as a reminder and invitation for a fresh look into the soul of another. Such fresh looking can help us step out of the constricting algorithms of triangulating rules and compounding conventional wisdom into a jazzy rhythm that can only be experienced by playing with a band of eccentric souls. Such playing can cure the oh so lame and the hardening of the attitudes. When the overwhelming awesomeness of life bumps into the brick walls and lines in the sand of any given culture, that culture better get ready to change as purveyors of life dance over purported lines and occasionally take time out to break down a brick wall. Giving deference to awe invites a certain boldness in this whirled of ours. And if you should find hurt in this world, may you also find a way to break out of your stitches.
