I have lost my mind

18 Sep

you are welcome to join me.

lost my mind

i’ve lost my mind.

Stepping outside

the lines

i am

that i drew myself;

who knows that

the ground is not lava

but ground,

the alligator is not hungry,

the bear just needed a scratch behind his ears?

The chasm has iced over

for an easy crossing.

Tomorrow the paddy wagon may come –

but I will be

strutting away

measuring the strength of my new step.

I meet your eyes –

you can frown

or grin back at me,  either way –

not knowing what is coming

is what makes

it all so fun.

Take a helium hit

from my pipe,

explode out the crown,

with no worry

for the tax man’s

comings and goings

counting out Caesar’s share,

now that you know money

is like weather.

When you and I can enjoy

the rain

the sun

the blustery afternoon,

so many beasts curl up in our laps,

just looking for some rest.

19 Responses to “I have lost my mind”

  1. Hariod Brawn September 18, 2014 at 9:58 pm #

    Well exactly!

    • marga t. September 19, 2014 at 11:45 am #


      • Hariod Brawn September 19, 2014 at 11:50 am #

        Or did your mind lose you Marga?

      • marga t. September 19, 2014 at 12:01 pm #

        So nice, either way, Ms. Hariod. I am walking around in the supposed waking world doing things that may make some whisper behind cupped palms, “She’s lost her mind,” and I say, “Oh, I hope so.” Not playing by the rules, a little bit – Subtle, under radar, around the corner from mind. Maybe I’ll wander in your land a bit, look out your back window. Hallo!

      • Hariod Brawn September 19, 2014 at 12:10 pm #

        An abbess of a Buddhist monastery once asked me about my state of mind during a retreat. I replied I wasn’t at all sure if I even had a mind; to which she smiled – which was reassuring!

      • marga t. September 19, 2014 at 12:14 pm #

        And you pass the smile on. thank you!

  2. Andrea September 19, 2014 at 1:17 am #

    How timely. I have just returned to a son who, when presented with math work, informed me that he “doesn’t want to be a mathematician, but would prefer instead to be a magician.”
    Magic over mind? Any day my son, and you are wise beyond your years. So, please pass the peace pipe, hand the hit of helium, and we shall all fly away into the ether, belly laughing and holding hands!

    • marga t. September 19, 2014 at 11:50 am #

      What curriculum has he chosen for his magic studies? Sounds like I’ve got catching up to do with Wise man Timothy! Hey there A, tell me, how can I be shedding my skin, yet again? How many layers are there? How great it is that we will keep having these travel adventures – now into the ether! oh yeah.

  3. Kelly Kuhn September 19, 2014 at 1:12 pm #

    Ahhhhh, so delightful!

    • marga t. September 21, 2014 at 2:06 pm #

      🙂 Nice to be together, K!

  4. amandaseesdreams September 20, 2014 at 3:55 am #

    Dang girl….The whole room filled up with vibes here….wowie! I truly adore your style – felt plenty sassy with a lotta lovin – muchas gracias!!

    • marga t. September 21, 2014 at 9:47 pm #

      Hugs back, Amandream! I am currently savoring Fairy Tale Friday – is there a time limit to keeping it open on my tabs? Muchas much as love 🙂
      xo! m

  5. Michael September 21, 2014 at 2:06 pm #

    Your first lines reminded me of my Catholic elementary school kindergarten, where a nun whose face and name are both blank to me this morning, insisted we color neatly within the lines. We had to outline the black ink of the illustration neatly and firmly, and then fill the interior space with color. Nothing shy or hesitant, either. No pastels. No delicately shaded areas. We dulled our Crayolas in seconds.

    It does bring a certain exhilaration, this coloring outside of the lines, that not being sure of what is happening next. One line wobbles and fades, then another, and we’re never quite sure where the next one will be encountered– what formerly sacrosanct taboo we might cross only to discover it was an arbitrary line in the sand. I enjoy the hints dropped of the grid lines crossed in your inner space. With each broaching of the arbitrary what we are gains momentum, until we realize we’re an entire herd of amazing beasts, all and none, moving with the wind at our back.


    • marga t. September 21, 2014 at 9:56 pm #

      You bring to mind to me when I was kidless and meeting my cousin’s child (my cousin was a color-in-the-lines sort of mom, bless her, now deceased) and I whispered to him as he worked diligently on his coloring book about how much fun it was to throw that rule out the window. He looked at me like I was crazy, but started giving it a try as I watched. I have bailed out on my IRA’s this week, taking a hit, yet stepping out in what seems energetically interesting new life choicesI do feel a gentle but steady breeze against my back and reaching my ears saying, keep going, keep going, along with the wild beasts! I might not have drawn all those black outlines, but I made them stronger by pressing down so hard on them with my beliefs – then here I am, turning the page and finding the next one blank – what now, nun sister? Lovely sharing, Michael. Thank you!

      • Michael September 26, 2014 at 12:47 am #

        Sounds like transformative times, indeed, Marga. Lots of pieces moving around the board. I am encouraged and excited by your page-turning adventures. Reading this again I had this image of the way our actions literally inspire the winds that lift us and carry us onwards. Seeing you soar into clear skies!


      • marga t. September 26, 2014 at 7:40 pm #

        We inspire the winds and the winds inspire us – I’ll take your vision into the clear skies with me to use for night vision; so cool that the universe hands us the play book and says – write whatevah you want! – Just takes a while sometimes to lose those templates we think we need! 🙂

  6. ~meredith September 21, 2014 at 10:59 pm #

    Must be ‘outside the lines’ day. Speechless.

    • marga t. September 21, 2014 at 11:10 pm #

      Yes, I was wondering about your post. So amazing to meet you outside the lines of what we used to think of as “normal” communication!

      • ~meredith September 21, 2014 at 11:14 pm #


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