What is Love? (51/365)

What is love?
The recognition
Of yourself in others
People, animals, things

We are the light
Shining through
6 billion vases
Different colors
Shapes
Some dark and dim
Others bright

We live to let
That little light of ours shine
Knowing we each
Got a different vessel
And loving through
The filth

Love is the hardest thing
In this world of puppets
And illusions
We can be tricked into
Thinking our skin will
Really matter

Not in a million years

Pouring Forth (49/365)

I’m so full
My heart is fat
My stomach is big
I laugh like Buddha
My little gray ants
Scurry away to build their own world
Some people want to shine a light
I want to grow an army
Off the wisdom of the ancients
What could we do?
Solve this world’s problems
Or voyage upward and onward
Jump this fishbowl
And breathe some new air
But they won’t care
What we did
Unless we guarded freedom
And opened the floodgates of love.

Fishing with the Boys


Fishing with the Boys, originally uploaded by Chrissy Mc.

Tell me what doesn’t look right about the picture above. My dad, a fanatic fisherman, looked at this picture later, disgusted, and said “You’re holding that FISH like a BABY!”

It all made sense while reading “The Female Brain,” by Dr. Louann Brizendine, M.D.:

“One of my patients gave her three-and-a-half-year-old daughter many unisex toys, including a bright red fire truck instead of a doll. She walked into her daughter’s room one afternoon to find her cuddling the truck in a baby blanket, rocking it back and forth saying, “Don’t worry, little truckie, everything will be all right.”

Another Day (46/365)

Another day
Another dollar
Another pill
I have to swallow

Another chance
To shed my skin
But more like
Waiting to begin

I spin my wheels
Here in the mud
Flinging dirt
And pumping blood

I’m learning more
With each new day
How to live
And love more ways

I note the beauty
That I see
Colorful trash
A bright new weed

But late at night
I lie alone
And dream of orbs
So far from home

And where I’ll live
After this life
Or how I’ll feel
When I’m a wife

And whether kids
Will calm my angst
Make me feel
Less out of place

Or whether
I will always be
A stranger
To this planet E

Our Little Flame (45/365)

A lucky planet
Somewhere
Is a spinning Goldilocks
Not too hot
Not too cold
Juuuust Right

The planet is on fire
Like a flame
Devours oxygen
So does life
Devour energy
A green revolution

Are we a fungus
Which could infect every
Galaxy?
Or are we a flame
Burning bright
On this world’s
Fuel?

A speck of blue
Orbiting a grain of sand
Says there’s
A more important
Story to tell
Than what I was
Afraid of today

It’s hard to keep your sanity
When you look so far away
Or so far within
You leave and come back
But living is like riding a bike
Most of us are on autopilot
Anyway

Reactable

I had the pleasure to see this instrument in action at Bjork’s Coachella concert in 2007. It was just amazing, jaw-dropping and mesmerizing for the crowd to see an instrument with such potential for creativity being used.