All of You



Yes You.


All of you. 


Your chaos and your madness


Your foolish nonsense


Your fearless magic


You are welcome here


Your passion and your eros


Your red fever dreams


Your resistance


Your doubt


Your power, wild and uncontained


You, yes, you


Your fist of rage


Your bottomless grief


Your heart break bursting out at the seams 


Spilling out in messy floods of Inconvenient feelings




Yes, you.


Your oceans of confusion


Your terror running deep


Your river of longing


Your precious illusions


Even if it makes you look foolish


Even if it makes you go mad


All of you is welcome here 


Your brain tangled with neurons Firing wild impulses 


From the dark forest of your unconscious


You are Welcome Here


The twisted vines and purple fog of melancholy in your heart


Your bloody messy crazy love


Your fears


Your Desires, wet with unrequited lust


Pushing and stretching to be expressed


The lies you told yourself


Your deepest regrets 


The mess of never getting it exactly as you had planned


You. Yes. You.


Your awkward stumbles 


Your shakey knees 


Your hunger for some meaning


You are welcome Here


Your flaming hatred


Your tender broken faith


Your need for control


You are welcome here.


Your untainted innocence 


Your will to rise again


The pain you try to hide .


You are welcome




I want every part of me touched and seen


I want to be as big as the universe and


As tiny as an insect


I want every contradiction


Every disproportionate feeling


Every chaotic thought to be met


Right Here. 


I want to writhe and howl and groan with the deep root of Life


I want to be held with such soft sweetness that


This fragile ache finally opens and lets go.


 I want to be known as a depraved and holy animal


As consciousness, as infinite 


As flesh and bone and skin 


I want to roll on the ground and slither


I want to scream


I want to kiss where my feet have been 


I want to cry and need and feel


Right. Here. 


I want to explode and hold


This ancient pulsing groan of ocean that lives in me


Right Here.


Meet me here 


Where the paint touches the canvas


Where the past is dead and dangling


Where the future is a vacant space


Right Here 


Where this unfolding moment is the refuge of the heart


Right Here


Come with me


You are welcome here