The falsity of nests

Are you alone my dear, my dear?

Are you facing your fears? I see you over there
Perched painfully against
the edge of your willowing nest.

Your toes pinching its pillowy remnants
in a desperate attempt to
feign fragility.

That will not save you,
Silly child.

Why not just
lay your eyes down,
and notice.

See that below lies
A flower bed-
all safety and comfort.
Do you not like how they smell now?

Once you let go
and fall
gently, into their glorious petals.

You will inhale
and find that their once fearful odor
caresses the skin of your delicate nose.
Brings a humming to the pores
now singing in unison.

Can’t you see, my dear?
The danger is not in your imminent fall
but rather
in your crumbling nest.

The way we sway

It’s clarity

you’re looking for something

you’re not even sure what it is

you reached your hand out for it

but it was gone

You missed it

a clear moment

when you can see everything as it really is

and everyone is human

the same as you

because usually

you’re spinning

and you’re dizzy

You don’t know how you got here

but in this moment

you’ve forgotten your doubts

and that thing that you were looking for

is with you now

because it always was

and in this moment

there’s no hesitation

and you’re not afraid

You’re powerful

because usually you’re spinning

but here you can see

You were never really spinning at all