Here’s the thing.
It’s okay not to be brilliant, it’s perfectly good to not be dripping
with talent honey.
You see, it’s not a show! Life isn’t a performance, it’s an inter-active, inter-relational,
love-volleying, celebratory, game-ish happiness project.
It’s a 3-dimensional puzzle-building party.
It’s a holding hands and skipping, or holding hearts and sleeping
kind of face-to-face breath-to-breath brain-to-brain spin the dial and move three squares affair.
It’s chess with our feet and legs doing the moving,
it’s flowers sprouting in the hair of our companions and we giggling and pointing.
What this is all about is really how well we can love each other, not how hard we compete.
What we’re really here for is to uncover the shapely voluptuous nude of truth,
and not to weave more blankets of bravado or curtains of cunning.
We are meant to peel back our layers, and to finger-pick at the corners
of our companions sticky overlays, to reveal bare heart,
to open up the opus of soul, to adore, to lift, to clap our hands at the revelation
of every single scrap of authenticity, every peek-a-boo of pure self.
We are here to love each other toward glee.
We are here to complete the serious business of finding what’s inside
and presenting it in our palms to the other lovers of soul surrounding us.
And whether it’s pretty or plain, painful or putrid, we can promise to applaud,
to accept, to ooh and ahh and ask to look closer, and make coming out and coming alive
the act that deserves the most accolades – because it really is.
And that’s what it’s all about, little sister. That is what we are here for.
There is no greater thing, no educational goal that means more,
no stunning accomplishment that can ever overshadow that one.
You may become a 5-star superstar. You may get 10 college degrees,
you may have 120 different ways to show off in front of your friends.
But if you ever forget the real purpose and reason we are all in this together,
you will bring on an emptiness that can’t be filled by more doing,
and you will see a sadness settle around you that no other action can disperse.
What you need, little steed, is to kick up your heels, to whinny and shimmy,
to let that wild horsey go free, and to hope and help all the others around you
learn to gallop and fly their tails high behind them,
out into the smiling sunset,
out under the laughing moon.
You see, it’s not a show! Life isn’t a performance, it’s an inter-active, inter-relational,
love-volleying, celebratory, game-ish happiness project.
It’s a 3-dimensional puzzle-building party.
It’s a holding hands and skipping, or holding hearts and sleeping
kind of face-to-face breath-to-breath brain-to-brain spin the dial and move three squares affair.
It’s chess with our feet and legs doing the moving,
it’s flowers sprouting in the hair of our companions and we giggling and pointing.
What this is all about is really how well we can love each other, not how hard we compete.
What we’re really here for is to uncover the shapely voluptuous nude of truth,
and not to weave more blankets of bravado or curtains of cunning.
We are meant to peel back our layers, and to finger-pick at the corners
of our companions sticky overlays, to reveal bare heart,
to open up the opus of soul, to adore, to lift, to clap our hands at the revelation
of every single scrap of authenticity, every peek-a-boo of pure self.
We are here to love each other toward glee.
We are here to complete the serious business of finding what’s inside
and presenting it in our palms to the other lovers of soul surrounding us.
And whether it’s pretty or plain, painful or putrid, we can promise to applaud,
to accept, to ooh and ahh and ask to look closer, and make coming out and coming alive
the act that deserves the most accolades – because it really is.
And that’s what it’s all about, little sister. That is what we are here for.
There is no greater thing, no educational goal that means more,
no stunning accomplishment that can ever overshadow that one.
You may become a 5-star superstar. You may get 10 college degrees,
you may have 120 different ways to show off in front of your friends.
But if you ever forget the real purpose and reason we are all in this together,
you will bring on an emptiness that can’t be filled by more doing,
and you will see a sadness settle around you that no other action can disperse.
What you need, little steed, is to kick up your heels, to whinny and shimmy,
to let that wild horsey go free, and to hope and help all the others around you
learn to gallop and fly their tails high behind them,
out into the smiling sunset,
out under the laughing moon.
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