Don’t shock someone in a crisis by saying,
you are oversensitive
you have autoimmunity.
Especially if you are wearing a white coat
and have a stethoscope around your neck,
please avoid a diagnosis-like voodoo hex,
an ominous-sounding word followed with:
we don’t know what causes it,
and there is no cure,
but I can give you pills
and cut out your organs, if you like.
Don’t you know how dangerous that is?
I’d like to find your patients — your clients
who paid good money for that dollop
of bullshit you have splattered all over them —
and instead say:
You have a rare and beautiful gift,
invisible tentacles entangled in
every person you have ever connected with,
every time you have been drawn to,
every space you resonate with.
You are plugged into an internet
of your own creation,
and you started before you could speak,
a child with a huge, loving heart
intent on saving those you loved.
(In fact, right now, there may be loved ones
who have attached themselves to you
and are busily suctioning off your energy.)
Many steps led you to this place of crisis,
and the way back starts
by embracing this moment, right now.
Don’t listen to that person offering you meds
to take away the pain.
This is the place where you enter healing
by embracing what hurts.
Your healing path will lead you far
from the electronic-screened brightness
of the distracted civilization.
You will be supported by poets
and chefs, fellow sufferers
who found their own way,
as you will find yours.
Reel in your tentacles,
This is essential to your healing.
Every night, you’ll send them out in your dreams,
seeking old friends, old enemies,
so every morning, sit in silence
be with your loving heart
and reclaim yourself.
Let the gift of the crisis draw you inward
to the place of silence where
you can embrace the now,
all of its pain and darkness,
all the swirling pieces of other people’s nightmares
you have been holding for them.
Remember: you can’t make anyone happy.
Happy is one point on a wave
that endlessly undulates
through the vast ocean of your being.
Sometimes you will surf like a pro,
poised with exhilaration
as the wave carries you forward.
Sometimes you will be dashed into the riptide,
struggling hopelessly against the forces
that are intent on dragging you under.
And all the others you connect with
are the same. Let them experience
their own glorious ride
while you peel back the layers
of your crisis to that beautiful
gift of connection.
The planet is waiting for you.
Inspired by the Daily Word Prompt: shock