Tuesday, January 8, 2013

From Everyone To Ourselves

From Everyone to Ourselves

The chairs in my kitchen are really tall
so I climbed up on one the other day,
to get a better look at the whole world
I was like, "Whoa..."- it was crazy!
All these people, all the people
struggling in different directions
away from and against and sometimes even through
but so seldom toward

So, I took out a wide rubber-band,
 stretched it out,
and put it around the whole world, 
and on it I wrote these words:
I love you. I love all of you Each of you is worthy of everything you need and whatever you kindly want You all are necessary You shine with a light generated by every beautiful moment as seen only through your own heart and what's more, all the pain- and I know there's so much pain- but know that you were worth it Every thing you've lived through was worth you being here today You are perfectly who you're meant to be
and just as I was about to exclamate my point
the rubber-band slid and snapped off, went
hurdling into space somewhere, so
those words are still out there but
in the contraction they've become tiny lines
 that look like grass drawn by children
before they've been taught that the ground and sky are touching
when green is a line at the bottom of the page and
blue is a line at the top

But maybe the trick is, they know something we don't
because you can't reach the bottom branch of that tree,
not even on your tippy-toes 
and even if you could, even if you could 
climb all the way to the top and reach up
even if you could fly
even birds don't get to touch that blue

But I wonder
I wonder if the astronauts when they're taking off,
blasting off in those rockets
are they shaking around shitting their pants so much that
they don't even notice when they go through
 the top of the page?
And what if they're up there one day
looking down at us all 
through a tiny porthole
and they see a rubber-band float by
one might say, "Did that have writing on it?"
and another would answer, 
"I think it was just grass but-  I feel better."

Because it's scary to go off the page
to not have the blue and green
whether or not they're touching
holding you in
And maybe from way up there it's easier to see how much we really don't know
and that all we think we know is just that
what we think

Because as grown-ups, we know
the colors we see are only what light reflects
we see green because grass absorbs all the other colors
just to show us green.
So if green's not really green and
blue might not be blue and
if they touch or don't touch- really
all we can be sure of is that we
are way more than the facts
and what we absorb 
is different from how we're known
and it doesn't matter if you can climb that tree because
we're the same stuff-
the stars, that tree, you, me

And grown-ups have also learned that 
thoughts have mass
yep, mass
(even in space) 
This means that 
thoughts are things,
things that can go out and change
or not even change,
they can make this world

But we knew that a long time ago
back when they told us stories
and those stories were just words but
those words came from thoughts and
those words made pictures in our heads
pictures that were like whole new worlds

So, if I give you a story, know that it's real
and even though it's just words, I'm giving you a world:

Once upon a time, you were two cells.
That didn't last long. You're many more now.
And more than just cells, you're made up of
water and carbon and all the things that make stars shine.
You're every moment you've lived till now,
every promise, wish, and vow,
every silence, every cry,
every giggle, every sigh.
You're every smile you've ever shared
and everything for which you've cared
And you can know this now-
through your eyes and your ears straight into your bones that 
you  are a maker  of everything
however tired, however spent,
however much wind life has knocked out of you,
you're still here
and you're still creating this world,
and the blue and the green, they still hold you
and they do touch
like we all touch
like we can't help
being part of it all.

From Everyone To Ourselves