The scrape of a leaf outside my door
is a lonely sound I have heard before
from a latent memory of long ago
and another winter without snow.
sometimes it seems
all of the days are gray
and the doors closed
without a glimpse of the one
who steps across the threshold
you are the one who walks in the rain past the curious stares of dry children in their after school program coloring within
and further along past the empty storefronts waiting for new tenants
you smile at the woman smoking beneath the dripping eaves
the open sign flashing red behind her
inside at home it is warm
the lights cast off the chill
but you know that you can
never ever leave the gray behind
Now is not the time to be afraid
for you have been made
in the image of the Christ.
Be not dismayed
though it seems your Faith has been betrayed,
hijacked in some ugly heist.
Like Lazarus out of your grave,
kamikaze from Elijah’s cave,
rejoin the ancient Zeitgeist.
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Simon Weckert used cellphone signals to deceive Google servers in Berlin for a digital art piece posted on Feb. 1. (Simon Weckert)
to not seek to possess
to be a man of largesse
to be capable of caress
to help others in distress
to not seek to impress
to be willing to confess
to offer redress
when i have transgressed
to not suppress
the need to express
to take time to process
and to decompress
to find the courage to profess
that i am a work in progress
to be steady in faithfulness
to resist unkindness
this then is my definition of success
more or less
i awake from deep slumber with thoughts of yesterday’s sadness still raw in my heart and mind. the song break it down again comes to me here in the red light of a cold morning. the weight of what it means to be an aging artist invisible after years of work and where-what now to put my energy towards leaves me curled up in a ball. i have no answers. and yet there is something i think in not becoming overwhelmed by giant thoughts. break it down again. the big picture sometimes just gets bigger and bigger until it floods the senses and leaves me paralyzed by the unknown. break it down again. what are the bits and pieces of a satisfied life. what do i act on. no more sleepy dreaming. break it down again. this is more than success, ego, or legacy. i do not seek the spotlight, but i also am tired of toiling in the shadows. what is my forum. is it time for me to dim, or to burn bright with compassion, to fade into love for the other and leave my dying dreams behind. where can i find in me the beauty of decay.
When one bakes with diversity,
add 3 cups of humility,
and take a long taste of Chocolate City.
Listen to some go-go.
Watch a young man dance before the coffin of his grandma in a love show.
Hear the song of joy and grief.
Add 3 tablespoons of the river Anacostia.
The change in your pallette may very well cost ya
and there could be some heart burn
as you listen and re-learn
to really breathe
because trying to mute DC is a form of hypoxia.
What you been cooking up doesn’t make much sense.
It’s time to use some different ingredients.
Maybe a little less salt.
And a lot more pepper.
Because this is more than grabbing a chili dog from Ben’s Chili Bowl.
What good is soul food if you’ve lost your soul?
Though I am not as wise as Solomon,
when I think of a certain Friar John
whose abbey was made most Gargantuan,
I see a misreading of Immanuel Kant.
A church born from a babe in Bethlehem
is now most like the Abbey of Thélème
for it has cast off its royal diadem
to follow the mantra, “Do What You Want.”
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