STOP & GO

We’ve seen this story before:

A seeker runs
here and there and everywhere
hoping to find what might satisfy
a nameless need vaguely sensed. 

But exhaustion 
finally forces the searcher to stop.

They then try to appease
their desire to explore
by turning their eyes around
and looking inside themselves.

A story much like my own:

The search lifted my spirit
but because I didn’t know
I needed to rest
I eventually felt drained of spirit—
empty.

So then I had to sit
and try to recover what I’d lost.

But luckily I remembered 
what I’d once read in a book:
you will find a secret well
down in your dark depths.  

Curious what I might discover
but also desperate for a cure
I then delved within.

And yes—
as I descended, I began to sense
a subtle strength rising up—
filling me up
lifting me up

and so I stood again
and began to walk again
and began to run again 
and search again
then examine what I found.  

I’ve continued that routine
to this day:
I scurry about 
filling myself with experience
until I begin 
to feel exhausted
in body and mind.

Then I again sit down 
and shut up 
and begin to delve—
knowing
the well waters will rise
in steady response.

But these days 
I linger a while 
before I go
so I can explore 
those fathomless waters.

stop and go

I claim to be a novelist, poet, essayist, cartoonist, graphic artist, peace monger--and I'm trying to be a world citizen. As for my backstory...let's just say I've lived and worked all over the United States.  I'm self-taught, for the most part, which is like stumbling around blindfolded while looking for the right door.  It's an on-going process. Lacking any true musical ability, I try to make music with language, while also making meaning.  

stop and go

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