|the outlier has no dignity||as boundaries dissolve|
|running free, imagining||chary fear ignites|
|transmuting power||pent-up-energy howl|
|clearing the lines||erupting uncontrolled|
|new portals rewrite scripts||burn up the stage|
|anything goes||rant and rage|
|suddenly clear||your fireworks alight|
|outside||my empty cage.|
I chose the new-to-me cleave poem. As Jane Dougherty explains, “a cleave poem is three in one: left side says one thing, right side says its opposite. Read together they make a third poem.”
This morning, contemplating breaking boundaries, two songs from my impressionable youth emerged, each with lessons. Queen’s banned I Want To Break Free music video and this live Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers version of “Breakdown” (when Tom Petty tells the singing crowd “you’re gonna put me out of a job”). Part of the fairytale narrative I was spoon-fed, today these lessons remind me that “wanting” cages you in lack, so it’s a monumental waste of power. Note to self: Catch yourself saying “I want” and choose “I manifest.” And in the same way, demanding that someone “else” break their boundaries in order to give you something is another trap that leaves you spinning in futility. Note to self: Break down my own boundaries as soon as they become visible.
Featured image: outside shooting with a high shutter speed, different beings only reveal as I look at the images. This bee’s pose is such a gift.