More so than bliss,
follow the scent of something off
wrong, disgusting, foul,
phey, phew, phuck, phlulahlah…
what is rotten in your denmark?
don’t turn away.
Some little wrongness
can be just the thing to snag a thread
of you.
Then as you go about your day,
you will be unwinding the stitching
of you –
you
who can’t watch the world without a running commentary,
you
who separate all you see into piles
of good for you
and
not good for you
and
boring.
You can splurge into the good
until you see that nothing’s there,
but that may take a while
because the bottom of yummy is a long way down.
Inhale the stink until what is not so good
makes you soften into love.
Ready now, you can
dive into the nothing
until you begin to crave embody the stillness
already embedded in everything.
Upon your covered entrance
arrive the preordered
winks and syncs,
even in the rain.
You won’t fear the dinosaur days
when you are in the corner
stacked up for the goodwill truck.
You will still be able to
smell the vegetables in your soup and
savour the broth upon your spoon.
Life as Improv 
Should we “crave the stillness”, then it would seem we’ve still not reached “the bottom of yummy”. What a deep pot this is to consider. . .
“Methinks that’s a tricky one”, thought Tigger, as he watched his friend Pooh clambering out of the honey pot and getting even more covered in the sticky stuff as he did so.
There may be an edit coming… I actually changed “enjoy” to “crave” – but that isn’t quite it either – maybe I still am licking the honey pot and can’t see for the all the sticky, yumbly in my tumbly 🙂
Embody the Tao of Pooh. Nice one Marga! 🙂
Yes… one little pea under the mattress… if it unravels us, we should pay attention. Pull on the thread. Get turned inside out. Melt. I loved your line, “Inhale the stink until what is not so good makes you soften into love.” I think that should be on a billboard somewhere as you drive into pig-farming country. It should be announced on the radio based on your GPS coordinates, like when you walk through the perfume and cologne section of the department store. The new smart phones should be able to detect VOC’s and aromatics in the air, and offer this sound advice to all the innocent bystanders.
But, Miss M, what do we do about the boring pile? I kind of figure that pile just disappears once the winks and syncs given to the trees and the little blades of grass start returning to their sender, multiplied… 🙂
A rich stew of an offering here…
Michael
I think I may be just reporting from the dream scape a real billboard I saw, just as you describe! And about “boring,” can’t even imagine how boring could ever be, ever again. I was imagining how the my sitting still and staring out at the way sunlight reflects off the wings of the white birds over the marsh for long stretches of time might look to one watching the one watching.
commenting is like communion with bread broken and dipped in said stew – for which I think thee, dear friend!
so powerful and direct, marga.
broad, strong licks… “what is rotten in your denmark?”
BOOM, baby! way to go! ~m
you inspired a visit into the hamlet realm. The boom ricochets around here, doesn’t it?!! xo! m
that’s what i got
when requested,
hey good looking
houza bout cookin’
something up for me 🙂
Of course you did, David 😉 How’d it turn out?
thinking about it, marga
after all these years
still digesting 🙂
A bit of magic this. Alchemy. Poetically stirring the shit. Reminds me of the phrase “whew! that smells!” Well doesn’t everything that’s alive? Isn’t it the gases generated by the living organisms feeding on the garbage that give rot its lively bouquet? Thanks for this.
Stink seemed a faster route to me in that moment words were bubbling up after I took off my rose-colored glasses. Whew, what doesn’t smell? Thank you for the reblog. m 🙂
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Just something to jiggle your day a bit.
When we smell the stink do we have to wrinkle our nose each time? I’m practicing smoothness…
Smoothness is very advanced, Cheyenne, I suspect, a response reflecting the evenness of viewing all as the same, from the zoomed out view. Good for the skin layer, too! 🙂
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“The bottom of yummy is a long way down.”
On the other side of whatever we’re avoiding is the lovely freedom we gain from no longer avoiding it. And, there’s more!