If Life Was Ideal

Went through some old writings tonight. This writing I found is post-worthy...and fitting for this long-abandoned blog.


(May 18, 2013)

If life was ideal,
We wouldn’t carry the wounds of our fathers
The hurts of our mothers

We would be able to choose
What fades, What stays
We’d place ourselves where we’d like to start
And believe we could pick up where we’d left off without the stains of the past
Sticking so close

Darling, we’d know what to pick
and when
Our hearts our open enough
Or refuse when our hearts were incomplete and broken, or full

In an idea world,
We wouldn’t hurt the ones we love most
Or push away the ones we yearn to be most nearest

We’d be in tune with the state of our beings
And act out just that
We’d be aware of the experiences we are creating for others,
Always

We’d all be able to leave our own bodies
But just for a second
To enter in the pain of another’s
To feel, to fight, to lift, to understand

To love

Our words would have the right timing
Our words would heal and bind up,
Only

In an ideal world,
Actions wouldn’t carry the weight of that
one time
that broke us and is still breaking us


In an ideal world,
We could leave our pasts behind without effort, without hurt
Without labor