Lilliputian Stuck in the Mud
Stuck in the mud?
Remember, many pay through the nose
for this exfoliant experience,
taking layers off,
peeling back the crust of toxins,
making the skin luminescent,
clean as a baby’s bum.
Maybe you don’t want to try so hard
to get out of that quagmire.
The struggle makes muscles sinewy and strong.
Humans have been fighting nature so long,
rolling those boulders to mighty high places,
but then, you know… gravity.
You want advice?
Don’t fight where you are
even if you fear it is quicksand.
Soon some small voice will cry out,
This is what happens when you are insignificant!
Listen to that pipsqueak.
Mud won’t let you run anyway.
So listen and notice what you feel,
what you believe.
You may have to process that thought for a long time.
You may be stuck with that voice for almost a lifetime.
You may even feel so desperate
to express something true
that you befriend that Lilliputian,
confiding in it that, indeed,
you have been living in smallness your whole life.
By then, however, the mud will have dried.
Your hungers for fame vanished,
self-pride left in the boots you unlace
and leave behind, running now.
Running! because a new path has opened,
a bold adventure right under your bare feet.
And every toe is grateful because mud has cleaned
the messy fungus of things you believed
that made flesh sigh and seem
a pitiful smallness.
You will marvel, and tell your friends,
dirt is the best path to cleanliness.
And, mud is the path of clarity.
Hush.
Look out the window
See that pothole on the street?
Morning Doves are gathered there,
enjoying a dirt bath!