you are welcome to join me.
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.
Life as Improv 
Well exactly!
🙂
Or did your mind lose you Marga?
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!
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!
And you pass the smile on. thank you!
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!
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.
Ahhhhh, so delightful!
🙂 Nice to be together, K!
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!!
Hugs,
Amanda
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
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.
Michael
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!
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!
Michael
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! 🙂
Must be ‘outside the lines’ day. Speechless.
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!
Again!