I used to pluck words from the sky
as they were
falling like shooting stars

Straight from the abyss
Unfiltered
Or
Filtered just barely so
Right onto my paper

But now they meet a new challenge:
Cross crossing through my biases
And
Side stepping my bullshit

These words play Frogger
Attempting to cross the busy streets of my mind
Dodging cars and other obstacles
In order to get home

How chaotic it must be for these words
trying not to make direct contact
with my monkey mind
in order to
pass through
without my intervention

It’s much harder now
to access

I’m distracted
by the tiniest thing
that brings me away from my truth

I’ve been trying to come up with a remedy
in the form of a mantra for the year:
Presence

That’s all I want now
To be fully with me
and fully with my people

It’s harder than I imagined

But I’ve been sitting in meditation
every day for months
to soften
and build a bridge
between body and mind and universe
that’s never quite existed before