Wily, this word that rolls —
Dangles and stretches, the
purple wisteria of words,
an alluring, empty promise,
a choking vine.
Winds its’ way through
around your core,
Spoken from within,
a haunted internal arising —
( I should) do better, be stronger,
go farther, move faster.
Spoken from others,
a shot toward your heart
your lack becomes their headline,
the ways you fall short their top story.
Tossed from your throat,
a cheap shot toward someone else —
about their one wild and precious life*,
their spunk and soul decisions.
You and I awaken to this crafty wolf in sheep’s clothing.
We gain perspective of how ‘should’ holds us (and others) down.
We reach our hands up to release ‘should’ to our Creator who transforms.
We push our feet into the ground and stand firm in who we are.
You be you. Let the inner voice of love reign.
Feel the energy of love surround.
“One wild and precious life” refers to a line in Mary Oliver’s poem, The Summer Day
This poem was inspired by a personal reflection paper I wrote several years ago. In response to a brief statement about an inner belief I carried (at the time), “I should be doing XYZ”, the instructor, Jane Vennard, commented on my paper, “should” indicates danger. I loved this concise comment. It’s stayed with me and simmered over the last few years. When I catch myself saying it to myself, someone else or hear it from another, I practice “pause and release”. May this be a blessing to your practice of love.