this spud’s for you
The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.
/ Elie Wiesel
drizzled with truffle oil,
sprinkled with sea salt…
who can stop,
once you’ve tasted heaven?
Why have we been taught to protect our hearts?
to live without passion?
told that our sensitivity is a weakness,
not a gift?
We settle for what we consider control,
which is a sham,
an illusion of the most fragile,
We shut down,
avoid the messy feelings,
shields holding our hearts at bay,
afraid of breaking,
in desperation, keeping grief out of our business,
allowing life, and love, to go limp and cold,
lying in the oily, paper-lined, basket,
no one wants to eat this.
What will it take to taste ourselves again?
to reach for another emotion,
and then another,
unable to resist,
as we do for another hot, crunchy, delicious french fry?
Only when we allow all of our emotions,
the full spectrum of our living,
pain and sorrow,
love and joy,
all felt passionately
within our living moments,
our numbered days,
can we become our true selves,
will we allow our highest and best to be revealed?
Only then, can we even begin to step into our lives,
our true hearts,
the love, which we truly deserve,
Once we have have been stripped of our need for perfection,
once we get a taste of this,
we can’t stop reaching,
exploring the shadows,
and the light,
eating the good fruit of the ground,
opening further and further
to the mystery dug in this ground.
Only then can we begin to open into our own unique and precious gifts
Only then,are we finally ready to begin authentically sharing ourselves,
and our gifts,