Forwarded from Dr. Melissa Sell (Dr. Melissa Sell)
🚒A fire truck shows up at your house when there is a fire.
Every time there is a fire, a fire truck shows up.
🏡 The little boy across the street wakes up and looks out his window to see the fire truck in front of the house on fire.
He runs to his mother and worriedly tells her that the big red truck caused a fire at the neighbor's house. 🚒➡️🔥
👩👦She lovingly explains to him that there was a fire at the house first and then the truck came.
He tells her that doesn't make sense and that he saw the house earlier that day and everything seemed fine and that the only difference is the red truck and it had to be the cause. 🚒➡️🔥
His mother explains that there are things that must have gone on in the house that he is unaware of which caused the fire.
He sees no evidence for this and thinks his mother is crazy and that she may be endangering him with her foolishness.
She explains to him that he is making claims about something from a vantage point that cannot possibly take all of the variables into account.
She goes on to tell him the story of how for hundreds of years of human history people believed bacteria and viruses caused disease because certain bacteria or proteins were present at an inflamed site of the body.
The people felt that this was a brilliant discovery and decided it was the savior of mankind.
They went on to develop many chemical weapons to kill these viruses and bacteria.
Even though the population got sicker and sicker while taking these drugs, the initial theory was never questioned.
When it was questioned, the questioners were called crazy, foolish, and dangerous.
Parents were even put in prison for not using these chemical weapons on their children.
The boy interrupted and asked, "Well if the bacteria and viruses don't cause the sickness, why are they there?"
She went on to tell him the story of the brilliant Dr. Hamer, the man who discovered the 5 Biological Laws.
He discovered that what people called "disease" is actually not an error or a mistake caused by pathogenic microbes or faulty genes, but a Significant Biological Special Program that evolved for the purpose of ensuring the survival of the organism.
He discovered that an individual's perception is the initiator of all adaptive function.
If a person experiences a scary situation, a trauma, or an unexpected Conflict Shock, their body immediately adapts their tissues to facilitate a swift resolution to help ensure their survival.
After the conflict is perceived, there is an impact to the person's brain in a specific area that is associated with the specific kind of conflict experienced.
The brain then communicates with the tissue it controls to initiate appropriate adaptive changes.
For example, if a person has a "death fright conflict", like the neighbors who realized their house was on fire, their body has a program to increase the number of lung alveoli so that they can absorb more oxygen and make it out of the house alive.
If the conflict is intense, if it goes on for a long time, or if the person is unable to release their fear and continues to relive the fear of the fire in their mind, these additional cells will continue to proliferate and appear to be a lung tumor.
Now, as soon as the person resolves the conflict, their perception shifts and they are no longer freaking out about it and their brain registers this change and immediately signals the lung tissue to cease proliferation.
The boy interrupts and says "Well, what about that tumor? Does the person need to have surgery to cut it out?"
"Great question!" The boy's mother explains that the body has evolved alongside bacteria and fungus for millions and millions of year and that they work together.
The whole time the tumor was growing, there was an increase in the number of mycobacteria in the tissue, specifically tubercular bacteria.
"Wait, isn't that the stuff that causes tuberculosis?"
That is what appears to cause tuberculosis.
Every time there is a fire, a fire truck shows up.
🏡 The little boy across the street wakes up and looks out his window to see the fire truck in front of the house on fire.
He runs to his mother and worriedly tells her that the big red truck caused a fire at the neighbor's house. 🚒➡️🔥
👩👦She lovingly explains to him that there was a fire at the house first and then the truck came.
He tells her that doesn't make sense and that he saw the house earlier that day and everything seemed fine and that the only difference is the red truck and it had to be the cause. 🚒➡️🔥
His mother explains that there are things that must have gone on in the house that he is unaware of which caused the fire.
He sees no evidence for this and thinks his mother is crazy and that she may be endangering him with her foolishness.
She explains to him that he is making claims about something from a vantage point that cannot possibly take all of the variables into account.
She goes on to tell him the story of how for hundreds of years of human history people believed bacteria and viruses caused disease because certain bacteria or proteins were present at an inflamed site of the body.
The people felt that this was a brilliant discovery and decided it was the savior of mankind.
They went on to develop many chemical weapons to kill these viruses and bacteria.
Even though the population got sicker and sicker while taking these drugs, the initial theory was never questioned.
When it was questioned, the questioners were called crazy, foolish, and dangerous.
Parents were even put in prison for not using these chemical weapons on their children.
The boy interrupted and asked, "Well if the bacteria and viruses don't cause the sickness, why are they there?"
She went on to tell him the story of the brilliant Dr. Hamer, the man who discovered the 5 Biological Laws.
He discovered that what people called "disease" is actually not an error or a mistake caused by pathogenic microbes or faulty genes, but a Significant Biological Special Program that evolved for the purpose of ensuring the survival of the organism.
He discovered that an individual's perception is the initiator of all adaptive function.
If a person experiences a scary situation, a trauma, or an unexpected Conflict Shock, their body immediately adapts their tissues to facilitate a swift resolution to help ensure their survival.
After the conflict is perceived, there is an impact to the person's brain in a specific area that is associated with the specific kind of conflict experienced.
The brain then communicates with the tissue it controls to initiate appropriate adaptive changes.
For example, if a person has a "death fright conflict", like the neighbors who realized their house was on fire, their body has a program to increase the number of lung alveoli so that they can absorb more oxygen and make it out of the house alive.
If the conflict is intense, if it goes on for a long time, or if the person is unable to release their fear and continues to relive the fear of the fire in their mind, these additional cells will continue to proliferate and appear to be a lung tumor.
Now, as soon as the person resolves the conflict, their perception shifts and they are no longer freaking out about it and their brain registers this change and immediately signals the lung tissue to cease proliferation.
The boy interrupts and says "Well, what about that tumor? Does the person need to have surgery to cut it out?"
"Great question!" The boy's mother explains that the body has evolved alongside bacteria and fungus for millions and millions of year and that they work together.
The whole time the tumor was growing, there was an increase in the number of mycobacteria in the tissue, specifically tubercular bacteria.
"Wait, isn't that the stuff that causes tuberculosis?"
That is what appears to cause tuberculosis.
Forwarded from Dr. Melissa Sell (Dr. Melissa Sell)
Just like you thought the red trucks caused the house fires, doctors thought that tubercular bacteria caused something they decided was a disease called tuberculosis.
Medical doctors know that millions of people have TB bacteria in their body, but do not have the "tuberculosis infection".
They even have a name for it: "latent TB".
That is a clear exception to the idea that "bacteria cause disease and if we could kill all these bacteria through antibiotics and vaccination we would all be healthier and safe from disease."
This is the case with all bacteria!
They know that staph and strep bacteria are present in the majority of people and that most of those people are expressing no symptoms of sickness, yet they still try to say that bacteria "cause" disease.
The truth is that bacteria help us.
They help keep our body functioning.
We evolved together and we work together.
After the person resolved their Death Fright Conflict and their lung stops proliferating additional tissue cells, the TB bacteria break down the tumor.
"Do you remember when we went hiking and saw all of those interesting mushrooms on dead logs in the forest?"
"Do you remember how I told you that the fungus helps recycle old wood and is an important part of the ecosystem?"
Well, the TB bacteria are ancient mycobacteria.
Myco means fungus, so these bacteria are like fungus.
They act in certain tissues that are derived from our endodermal embryonic germ layer and they are controlled by the brain stem.
These areas are evolutionarily the oldest tissues in our body.
So, the TB bacteria break down the lung tumor, and while this is happening the person often seems very sick.
They are tired, they sweat at night, and they are coughing up lots of phlegm and sometimes even blood.
This is because their lung is a construction site.
The bacteria is breaking down the tissue that is no longer necessary because they aren't scared of the fire anymore.
Fire trucks don't show up randomly at people's houses and they don't cause fires. They are called on at specific times to serve a specific function in the infrastructure of the city.
Our bodies have an intelligent infrastructure that evolved for survival. Every symptom serves a purpose, every bacteria and protein particle we call a virus is present at a site of healing serving a specific function.
"Wow, so I blamed the fire truck because I didn't understand the full context in which it was functioning just like those doctors blamed the bacteria."
"Yes."
Medical doctors know that millions of people have TB bacteria in their body, but do not have the "tuberculosis infection".
They even have a name for it: "latent TB".
That is a clear exception to the idea that "bacteria cause disease and if we could kill all these bacteria through antibiotics and vaccination we would all be healthier and safe from disease."
This is the case with all bacteria!
They know that staph and strep bacteria are present in the majority of people and that most of those people are expressing no symptoms of sickness, yet they still try to say that bacteria "cause" disease.
The truth is that bacteria help us.
They help keep our body functioning.
We evolved together and we work together.
After the person resolved their Death Fright Conflict and their lung stops proliferating additional tissue cells, the TB bacteria break down the tumor.
"Do you remember when we went hiking and saw all of those interesting mushrooms on dead logs in the forest?"
"Do you remember how I told you that the fungus helps recycle old wood and is an important part of the ecosystem?"
Well, the TB bacteria are ancient mycobacteria.
Myco means fungus, so these bacteria are like fungus.
They act in certain tissues that are derived from our endodermal embryonic germ layer and they are controlled by the brain stem.
These areas are evolutionarily the oldest tissues in our body.
So, the TB bacteria break down the lung tumor, and while this is happening the person often seems very sick.
They are tired, they sweat at night, and they are coughing up lots of phlegm and sometimes even blood.
This is because their lung is a construction site.
The bacteria is breaking down the tissue that is no longer necessary because they aren't scared of the fire anymore.
Fire trucks don't show up randomly at people's houses and they don't cause fires. They are called on at specific times to serve a specific function in the infrastructure of the city.
Our bodies have an intelligent infrastructure that evolved for survival. Every symptom serves a purpose, every bacteria and protein particle we call a virus is present at a site of healing serving a specific function.
"Wow, so I blamed the fire truck because I didn't understand the full context in which it was functioning just like those doctors blamed the bacteria."
"Yes."
Forwarded from Dr. Melissa Sell (Dr. Melissa Sell)
Forwarded from Dr. Melissa Sell (Dr. Melissa Sell)
In a village not so far away, the people have been raised to believe that their life depends on avoiding the Boogeyman.
From cradle to grave in this culture the people are on high alert to avoid coming into contact with the Boogeyman.
They are told horrible stories about what the Boogeyman does to people who don’t follow the protocols.
So they inject their bodies with anti-Boogeyman potions.
They wear anti-Boogeyman costumes.
They anoint their hands with anti-Boogeyman serum.
None of these people have ever seen the Boogeyman…
But they have heard thousands of scary Boogeyman stories.
They believe the Boogeyman experts who have done Boogeyman studies.
The people never stop to question the existence of the Boogeyman, they aren’t sure how exactly the Boogeyman works, they never read the Boogeyman studies for themselves… they just believe.
They never stop to consider that maybe the Boogeyman has been an elaborate story the whole time… they just believe.
They believe they’ve experienced the presence of the Boogeyman.
They are completely convinced their bad experiences have been due to the Boogeyman.
“The Boogeyman put me in the hospital once! I know he’s real!”
Sure, the villagers pay a lot of money for anti-Boogeyman products and services and shape their life around avoidance of the Boogeyman...
But that’s because the experts that teach the Boogeyman doctrine want to keep people safe… it’s not just a big business.
They want to help keep people alive and out of harms way because the Boogeyman is really that bad.
So they go on living in fear year after year.
One day a man came to town and explained to the villagers that the Boogeyman doesn’t exist.
That the Boogeyman is a legend based on a fantasy from 200 years ago.
The story has been passed down and elaborated on over time, but it has never been proven to be true.
He told them how the Boogeyman experts perform studies using a smoke and mirrors technique which makes it seem as though the Boogeyman is really there.
He tried to get them to see that while they’ve been impressed and convinced by these studies they’ve never investigated the methods used.
He tried to show them that their fear of the Boogeyman is extremely profitable and that they are cash cows for the anti-Boogeyman industry.
He tried to get them to read the studies for themselves.
He invited them to shed their fear and their anti-Boogeyman gear.
The villagers tried to listen to the man, but they struggled to entertain the radical possibility that they’ve been duped their whole lives.
They all began telling stories about a time the Boogeyman got them or a friend and the terrible experience they had.
They said they couldn’t read or understand the studies because they were just simple villagers.
They couldn’t believe that the whole Boogeyman industry could be based on a fantasy.
Then they began to think the man was dangerous, despite him having no incentive to deceive them.
Their fear of the Boogeyman-denier grew and they decided to run him out of town.
Clutching their anti-Boogeyman paraphernalia they stumbled back to their fearful world.
From cradle to grave in this culture the people are on high alert to avoid coming into contact with the Boogeyman.
They are told horrible stories about what the Boogeyman does to people who don’t follow the protocols.
So they inject their bodies with anti-Boogeyman potions.
They wear anti-Boogeyman costumes.
They anoint their hands with anti-Boogeyman serum.
None of these people have ever seen the Boogeyman…
But they have heard thousands of scary Boogeyman stories.
They believe the Boogeyman experts who have done Boogeyman studies.
The people never stop to question the existence of the Boogeyman, they aren’t sure how exactly the Boogeyman works, they never read the Boogeyman studies for themselves… they just believe.
They never stop to consider that maybe the Boogeyman has been an elaborate story the whole time… they just believe.
They believe they’ve experienced the presence of the Boogeyman.
They are completely convinced their bad experiences have been due to the Boogeyman.
“The Boogeyman put me in the hospital once! I know he’s real!”
Sure, the villagers pay a lot of money for anti-Boogeyman products and services and shape their life around avoidance of the Boogeyman...
But that’s because the experts that teach the Boogeyman doctrine want to keep people safe… it’s not just a big business.
They want to help keep people alive and out of harms way because the Boogeyman is really that bad.
So they go on living in fear year after year.
One day a man came to town and explained to the villagers that the Boogeyman doesn’t exist.
That the Boogeyman is a legend based on a fantasy from 200 years ago.
The story has been passed down and elaborated on over time, but it has never been proven to be true.
He told them how the Boogeyman experts perform studies using a smoke and mirrors technique which makes it seem as though the Boogeyman is really there.
He tried to get them to see that while they’ve been impressed and convinced by these studies they’ve never investigated the methods used.
He tried to show them that their fear of the Boogeyman is extremely profitable and that they are cash cows for the anti-Boogeyman industry.
He tried to get them to read the studies for themselves.
He invited them to shed their fear and their anti-Boogeyman gear.
The villagers tried to listen to the man, but they struggled to entertain the radical possibility that they’ve been duped their whole lives.
They all began telling stories about a time the Boogeyman got them or a friend and the terrible experience they had.
They said they couldn’t read or understand the studies because they were just simple villagers.
They couldn’t believe that the whole Boogeyman industry could be based on a fantasy.
Then they began to think the man was dangerous, despite him having no incentive to deceive them.
Their fear of the Boogeyman-denier grew and they decided to run him out of town.
Clutching their anti-Boogeyman paraphernalia they stumbled back to their fearful world.
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So I reached my arm
My whole arm
Down into the gullet of the toilet
I could not find the clog
I felt nothing
Only dark shitty water
And the sacred silent void
Of the abyss absorbing
My every movement
And intention
And the water level remained
At the rim of uncertainty
Color of deep rich soil
Single porcelain pool, that liquid eye
Gazing at me
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My whole arm
Down into the gullet of the toilet
I could not find the clog
I felt nothing
Only dark shitty water
And the sacred silent void
Of the abyss absorbing
My every movement
And intention
And the water level remained
At the rim of uncertainty
Color of deep rich soil
Single porcelain pool, that liquid eye
Gazing at me
Scrying
20221116-120927
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t.me/MaxMoRadio/5614
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Forwarded from dwtruthwarrior 🇨🇦 (David Whitehead)
You can't go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending.
- C.S. Lewis
- C.S. Lewis
Beautiful Medicine ~ by Stasha Ginsburg/ The Wild Matryoshka
Still true.
Scar Clan is a term coined by Clarissa Pinkola Estes in Women Who Run with the Wolves, meaning “that timeless tribe of women of all colors, all nations, all languages, who down through the ages have lived through a great something, and yet who stood proud.”
“It is a good idea,” Estes writes, “for women to count their ages, not by years, but by battle scars. ‘How old are you?’ people sometimes ask me. ‘I am seventeen battle scars old,’ I say. . .
Make no mistake about it. If you are asked your nationality, ethnic origin, or blood line, smile enigmatically. Say, ‘Scar Clan.’ ”
I have been following a deeper trail into the underworld journey of story and scar, shadows and blooms. Perhaps you are too.
In case you find yourself spinning in stories that keep your mind spinning, it might be helpful to remember:
that we all contain stories
and many of these stories contain stars
and many of these stories contain scars
and sometimes we do battle with our stories
and sometimes our stories are fragmented shards
and sometimes we need to dive deeply to the below the below
to retrieve lost pieces.
You know Hans Christian Andersen’s tale of the Snow Queen? Its a different form of Elsa and Frozen...in that tale, a shard of ice freezes a young heroine, a shard from the Ice Queen herself, a shard that freezes an aspect of her soul and hardens and darkens it. It grows darker and harder and harder and darker. Shadow is as hard territory to navigate sometimes. And stories bloom strangely within her contours.
Sometimes we have scars we do not remember getting, or know how we got them or what the story did to us that made it happen that way, and we want to figure out and make meaning and make story.
Sometimes there is no way to make meaning. But the story when splintered can make stories of its own and spin them and harden them and sometimes they act out of us unconsciously.
All this to say, when diving into the land of story, especially those stories that were made pre verbal, during early childhood or in the womb, there is much we will and may never know, intellectually.
We sometimes have to feel our way through the darkness for a while. Through the muck. The territory of caterpillars and darkness.
We sense and we give voice to feelings and we free things that perhaps we need to say but which do not make sense the way that we want things to make sense. We give permission to the 2 year old or the 4 year old or the baby inside of us, to have a voice.
And we listen. And carve space for miracles. And sense and listen. And stop forcing, and stop spinning
and one day, when we least expect it, something cracks open. A bell rings, an aha goes off, and butterflies emerge from out of the dark cracks.
The ice melts.
The shard releases its power where energy was stuck
and we release emotion
which is energy in motion
and we are free
more and more
here now, more and more
becoming more and more
whole.
Stories are medicine.
Scars are too.
Words: Stasha Ginsburg
The Wild Matryoshka
The Wild Remembering
Image: Beth Conklin
Still true.
Scar Clan is a term coined by Clarissa Pinkola Estes in Women Who Run with the Wolves, meaning “that timeless tribe of women of all colors, all nations, all languages, who down through the ages have lived through a great something, and yet who stood proud.”
“It is a good idea,” Estes writes, “for women to count their ages, not by years, but by battle scars. ‘How old are you?’ people sometimes ask me. ‘I am seventeen battle scars old,’ I say. . .
Make no mistake about it. If you are asked your nationality, ethnic origin, or blood line, smile enigmatically. Say, ‘Scar Clan.’ ”
I have been following a deeper trail into the underworld journey of story and scar, shadows and blooms. Perhaps you are too.
In case you find yourself spinning in stories that keep your mind spinning, it might be helpful to remember:
that we all contain stories
and many of these stories contain stars
and many of these stories contain scars
and sometimes we do battle with our stories
and sometimes our stories are fragmented shards
and sometimes we need to dive deeply to the below the below
to retrieve lost pieces.
You know Hans Christian Andersen’s tale of the Snow Queen? Its a different form of Elsa and Frozen...in that tale, a shard of ice freezes a young heroine, a shard from the Ice Queen herself, a shard that freezes an aspect of her soul and hardens and darkens it. It grows darker and harder and harder and darker. Shadow is as hard territory to navigate sometimes. And stories bloom strangely within her contours.
Sometimes we have scars we do not remember getting, or know how we got them or what the story did to us that made it happen that way, and we want to figure out and make meaning and make story.
Sometimes there is no way to make meaning. But the story when splintered can make stories of its own and spin them and harden them and sometimes they act out of us unconsciously.
All this to say, when diving into the land of story, especially those stories that were made pre verbal, during early childhood or in the womb, there is much we will and may never know, intellectually.
We sometimes have to feel our way through the darkness for a while. Through the muck. The territory of caterpillars and darkness.
We sense and we give voice to feelings and we free things that perhaps we need to say but which do not make sense the way that we want things to make sense. We give permission to the 2 year old or the 4 year old or the baby inside of us, to have a voice.
And we listen. And carve space for miracles. And sense and listen. And stop forcing, and stop spinning
and one day, when we least expect it, something cracks open. A bell rings, an aha goes off, and butterflies emerge from out of the dark cracks.
The ice melts.
The shard releases its power where energy was stuck
and we release emotion
which is energy in motion
and we are free
more and more
here now, more and more
becoming more and more
whole.
Stories are medicine.
Scars are too.
Words: Stasha Ginsburg
The Wild Matryoshka
The Wild Remembering
Image: Beth Conklin
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You can't go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending.
- C.S. Lewis
- C.S. Lewis
my brain and
heart divorced
a decade ago
over who was
to blame about
how big of a mess
I have become
eventually,
they couldn't be
in the same room
with each other
now my head and heart
share custody of me
I stay with my brain
during the week
and my heart
gets me on weekends
they never speak to one another
- instead, they give me
the same note to pass
to each other every week
and their notes they
send to one another always
says the same thing:
"This is all your fault"
on Sundays
my heart complains
about how my
head has let me down
in the past
and on Wednesday
my head lists all
of the times my
heart has screwed
things up for me
in the future
they blame each
other for the
state of my life
there's been a lot
of yelling - and crying
so,
lately, I've been
spending a lot of
time with my gut
who serves as my
unofficial therapist
most nights, I sneak out of the
window in my ribcage
and slide down my spine
and collapse on my
gut's plush leather chair
that's always open for me
~ and I just sit sit sit sit
until the sun comes up
last evening,
my gut asked me
if I was having a hard
time being caught
between my heart
and my head
I nodded
I said I didn't know
if I could live with
either of them anymore
"my heart is always sad about
something that happened yesterday
while my head is always worried
about something that may happen tomorrow,"
I lamented
my gut squeezed my hand
"I just can't live with
my mistakes of the past
or my anxiety about the future,"
I sighed
my gut smiled and said:
"in that case,
you should
go stay with your
lungs for a while,"
I was confused
- the look on my face gave it away
"if you are exhausted about
your heart's obsession with
the fixed past and your mind's focus
on the uncertain future
your lungs are the perfect place for you
there is no yesterday in your lungs
there is no tomorrow there either
there is only now
there is only inhale
there is only exhale
there is only this moment
there is only breath
and in that breath
you can rest while your
heart and head work
their relationship out."
this morning,
while my brain
was busy reading
tea leaves
and while my
heart was staring
at old photographs
I packed a little
bag and walked
to the door of
my lungs
before I could even knock
she opened the door
with a smile and as
a gust of air embraced me
she said
"what took you so long?"
~ john roedel
heart divorced
a decade ago
over who was
to blame about
how big of a mess
I have become
eventually,
they couldn't be
in the same room
with each other
now my head and heart
share custody of me
I stay with my brain
during the week
and my heart
gets me on weekends
they never speak to one another
- instead, they give me
the same note to pass
to each other every week
and their notes they
send to one another always
says the same thing:
"This is all your fault"
on Sundays
my heart complains
about how my
head has let me down
in the past
and on Wednesday
my head lists all
of the times my
heart has screwed
things up for me
in the future
they blame each
other for the
state of my life
there's been a lot
of yelling - and crying
so,
lately, I've been
spending a lot of
time with my gut
who serves as my
unofficial therapist
most nights, I sneak out of the
window in my ribcage
and slide down my spine
and collapse on my
gut's plush leather chair
that's always open for me
~ and I just sit sit sit sit
until the sun comes up
last evening,
my gut asked me
if I was having a hard
time being caught
between my heart
and my head
I nodded
I said I didn't know
if I could live with
either of them anymore
"my heart is always sad about
something that happened yesterday
while my head is always worried
about something that may happen tomorrow,"
I lamented
my gut squeezed my hand
"I just can't live with
my mistakes of the past
or my anxiety about the future,"
I sighed
my gut smiled and said:
"in that case,
you should
go stay with your
lungs for a while,"
I was confused
- the look on my face gave it away
"if you are exhausted about
your heart's obsession with
the fixed past and your mind's focus
on the uncertain future
your lungs are the perfect place for you
there is no yesterday in your lungs
there is no tomorrow there either
there is only now
there is only inhale
there is only exhale
there is only this moment
there is only breath
and in that breath
you can rest while your
heart and head work
their relationship out."
this morning,
while my brain
was busy reading
tea leaves
and while my
heart was staring
at old photographs
I packed a little
bag and walked
to the door of
my lungs
before I could even knock
she opened the door
with a smile and as
a gust of air embraced me
she said
"what took you so long?"
~ john roedel
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