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Bee and Ladybug

I am cause in the matter
Not victim, not to be blamed,
not good or bad
No judgement
But to stand within the problem

Make space
Nudge the walls a little wider
Push the ceiling up a little higher
Stomp the floor down a little lower
make room, just a bit more room

To be true cause in the matter
is to transform
No worry of past or future
Just see what is within and
Without, the web,
fold into a way of being
a new way of being

I am cause in the matter
It is easy to find beauty in the soft,
In round shapes, lovely colors,
sweet smells, exciting tastes,
birdsong and soulful beats
It is hard in thorny angled places
places of judgement,
of worry and ugly and unknown and
helplessness and injustice
and hatred and mockery
and in the inability of the hard
to see or show or acknowledge
their own beauty

I am cause in the matter
To make space, even more for the hard
Even more for me when I ignore
my Beauty within
Make a bit more space,
breathe a touch more deeply
Expand, even
if just a teeny more
to be able to look anew

Go ahead
Be the cause in the matter
Turn just a little bit
Know it is there
42 degrees

Author’s Note:

42º is where light bends through a prism into a rainbow. Not 41º. Not 43º. Beauty.

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Day Twenty-four

We are less matter than space

There’s space between
subatomic particles
filling the unknown
between protons and
neutron, up quark and
down quarks

Places so small, unseen
to the natural eye,
I wonder if it exists at all.

It does, scientists
have proof.

And I am there,
a piece of me, a part
of you, where we dance
and dream, and be.

Author’s Note:

Prompt from NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo:

“And now for our daily prompt (optional, as always). In 1958, the philosopher/critic Gaston Bachelard wrote a book called The Poetics of Space, about the emotional relationship that people have with particular kinds of spaces – the insides of sea shells, drawers, nooks, and all the various parts of houses. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that explores a small, defined space – it could be your childhood bedroom, or the box where you keep old photos. It could be the inside of a coin purse or the recesses of an umbrella stand. Any space will do – so long as it is small, definite, and meaningful to you.”

And from questions of six year olds about “matter” and “space” and “What would happen if we didn’t have space?”