a great walk down memory lane. i find it so amazing when i realize that all the words and the tunes are still in my head. lovely poem as well thank you
0h stuck in that sticky web of interwoven family relationships, which one is the spider, whoops that's the fly. Unraveling from my belly, the fear, the pain, the isolation, the jealousies, the needs, oh that need to be seen under the shoulds ,have-to's and good (in what way were they GOOD) hidings squeezing into gender roles, fitting like tight corsets of social structures and strictures, ah, and here is my friend, disassociation. What is real?
In the silence, in the spaciousness, in the vastness of All That is nothing, absolutely nothing. So vibrantly alive.
Did the beginning of this life form, hurtling into birth, disassociate from form to go back into the formless, why not?
I appreciate this musing. Spider and fly - which is which?
And the unraveling of family conditioning - that is what I hear here.
Yes, the inquiry - disassociating to return to Self. And then, doing it consciously - realizing Consciousness whilst embodied. That's the rub, that's the joke of the yoke.
This is great! Very very lyrical, with each vivid metaphor emotionally evocative. It really resonated.
It’s always a relief to get a peak at the movement that we’re all participating in toward complicated, authentic, vulnerable emotional acuity, not just in our writing, but in our lives generally and especially in our relationships with our families.
It’s the engine that drives social progress. Each of us making the world a little bit more habitable by actually feeling our damn feelings.
Your response touches me, Geoff! I had to reread the line, "It's the engine that drives social progress." That phrase has been so abused that I had to see it afresh - you are referring to REAL social progress! And I 100% agree - actually feeling our damned feelings IS the ticket.
And I love what you mention about the movement of complicated, authentic, vulnerable emotional acuity.
That's exactly what the muse was striving toward in this poesy - to point to the paradox and the complexity and the honesty about it - the acknowledgement of it. Which is the passageway to freedom.
This piece of poetry lands right where I am. Thank you. THAT song - has spoken to me since it first came out - especially poignant during my earliest love affair but lingering in my Soul all these years later just as potent as ever. Your gifts of connecting these points of reference are a gift indeed.
a great walk down memory lane. i find it so amazing when i realize that all the words and the tunes are still in my head. lovely poem as well thank you
I hear you. It's such a powerful song. One of those channeled songs. Thank you for reading, as always!
0h stuck in that sticky web of interwoven family relationships, which one is the spider, whoops that's the fly. Unraveling from my belly, the fear, the pain, the isolation, the jealousies, the needs, oh that need to be seen under the shoulds ,have-to's and good (in what way were they GOOD) hidings squeezing into gender roles, fitting like tight corsets of social structures and strictures, ah, and here is my friend, disassociation. What is real?
In the silence, in the spaciousness, in the vastness of All That is nothing, absolutely nothing. So vibrantly alive.
Did the beginning of this life form, hurtling into birth, disassociate from form to go back into the formless, why not?
I appreciate this musing. Spider and fly - which is which?
And the unraveling of family conditioning - that is what I hear here.
Yes, the inquiry - disassociating to return to Self. And then, doing it consciously - realizing Consciousness whilst embodied. That's the rub, that's the joke of the yoke.
Much love, Anne!
Thank you for your reply, Erin, teetering on the edge for a week, back and forth and there, there not anywhere but There. So grateful.
This is great! Very very lyrical, with each vivid metaphor emotionally evocative. It really resonated.
It’s always a relief to get a peak at the movement that we’re all participating in toward complicated, authentic, vulnerable emotional acuity, not just in our writing, but in our lives generally and especially in our relationships with our families.
It’s the engine that drives social progress. Each of us making the world a little bit more habitable by actually feeling our damn feelings.
Your response touches me, Geoff! I had to reread the line, "It's the engine that drives social progress." That phrase has been so abused that I had to see it afresh - you are referring to REAL social progress! And I 100% agree - actually feeling our damned feelings IS the ticket.
And I love what you mention about the movement of complicated, authentic, vulnerable emotional acuity.
That's exactly what the muse was striving toward in this poesy - to point to the paradox and the complexity and the honesty about it - the acknowledgement of it. Which is the passageway to freedom.
Nice to make your acquaintance here.
This piece of poetry lands right where I am. Thank you. THAT song - has spoken to me since it first came out - especially poignant during my earliest love affair but lingering in my Soul all these years later just as potent as ever. Your gifts of connecting these points of reference are a gift indeed.
Thank you, Laurie. I feel the same way regarding THAT song! And I'm super glad the poetics hit home for you! Much love.