go out into the wind
and look up into the sky.
watch the trees
endlessly as the gusts
churn like sea waves.
remember that there was a time when you
when all of you sat at one table,
each part welcome because there
was a deep knowing that the parts
comprise the whole.
it hasn’t always been true
that there are parts of you unwanted.
parts that shouldn’t be here.
this is something learned,
the teachings coming in their various forms:
relationships and media specifically.
we learn to shut off what others couldn’t,
learn to be with. it’s truly a brilliant design,
until it becomes more entrapping than helpful.
this is when we muster up the courage
to gather the lost parts.
this isn’t always easy,
as it involves feeling the
original pain that led to the severance
of our selves.
each part carries with it a story.
perhaps one of betrayal or abuse,
longing or loneliness.
each part wants its rightful place at the table.
that place where there is safety in numbers.
where it can find solace in simply being
each part makes contact
with the others.
a conversation begins that slowly
builds to a soft, rhythmic melody of the
parts working together as a whole.