GUEST POST by Laura Miller
I’ve been reading posts, links & blogs
I started comparing.
That’s really good ,
it speaks to me
I’m not sure what the message is but I love the way she says it.
That was powerful
I wish I could write (think) like her
The stuff I post is mostly fluff
Well maybe sometimes not but
anyway it’s just for laughs
I compare –
and am dissatisfied and touchy,
and a bit green
Transparency and authenticity get tossed
Lock up vulnerability – too distressingly painful
The Divine Spirit speaks
Is your name Jane or Lisa, or Dana or Judy?
Have you forgotten your name?
Have you forgotten your life?
Is an orange any less a fruit than an apple ?
Is the hand any more important than the foot?
Have you lived in Jane’s body?
Or walked in her shoes?
Has Dana walked in yours?
But they see things I don’t
They’re transparent and authentic
They’re courageous and bold
It just seems to pour out of them without effort
They sound so sure of themselves
How do you know?
Is that for you to say?
Can you read their minds?
Were you there when I created them ?
* * * *
You stepped over the threshold and through the open door
Why are you lying on the ground crying?
Because I compared and tripped.