Poem - Us as One

I wanted to write a poem about the ability of dance to break down the barriers of life. There is the saying, “no plan survives the encounter with the enemy”. The plan of maintaining YOU and THEM is soundly defeated by the social encounter of dancing. The microcosm of dancing opens up new thinking about the larger macrocosm of human relating.


Us as One
Poem for Day 047 – 20150217

Relating is such a challenge,
human nature feeds on distance,
the source is inward I and me,
ego feeding the division.

See the dance as analogy
to the challenge of relating.
Understand one, grasp the other.
From another, frame of reference engaged.

I dance and there is no more them.
We dance and there is only us.
Walls crumble at mutual touch,
microcosm of life expressed.

So I dance, and I then relate.
Understanding dawns at long last.
I relate to you when there are
no boundaries, only us as one.

© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved

Poem - Bones in Boxes

I personally struggle with getting rid of things. This does not go well with my past affliction: retail therapy. I’ve gone cold-turkey from the latter, but I still struggle with having stuff I don’t need. The poem “Bones in Boxes” is a reminder to myself of the work I’ve yet to do.


Bones in Boxes
Poem for Day 048 – 20150218

Bones in boxes, ashes in urns,
dust in my mouth, what have I earned?
I have so many possessions,
yet I still feel empty inside.
Where is the contest I saw?
Only a grasping illusion.

Step one, stop getting ever more.
Draw the line at the today’s treasures.
So large the pile, heap no more on.
Step two, bid things a fond fare well.
Goodbye gains of shopping therapy.
No longer needed, bid adieu.

I’ve earned my overdue forgiveness.
It is time to heal and move on.
I will have needed possessions,
they will not own my human soul.
No contest at hand, none to see.
Only a chance to be free.

© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved