I hold back
My sacred energy
not wanting to cause harm,
not wanting to consume
not wanting to contribute to a current system
when I could be creating.
Holding her back, tightly.
constraining her within a box
with squares and lines and edges...
Where are the flowing circles and spiraling flowers?
Where is the wind that blows gently, kissing the horizon?
Where are the loving strangers who wander in and out?
Or the creatures whom we forget to notice?
I pick at her core,
forcing a natural process,
abusing this energy.
How do I not challenge you with love?
How do I not see your goodness?
Your existence is service.
I’ll keep you for greed and fear.
Then I learn,
for this moment.
Uncomfortably I share your presence with else.
Feeling into your depths,
without your permission.
This gift I’ve been offered
and I choose to use it contain it.
though it does not really gift me in this form
but tragedy and hardship.