Relationships
This poetical was born in 2014 but re-emerges today after listening to a massively successful time-management ‘guru’ suggesting we prioritize our ‘to-dos’ into three sections: work, relationships and self. Couldn’t subscribe to that.
Hmm… So relating doesn’t happen when working or nourishing oneself? And relationships aren't things – they're a bunch of stories centered around a person engaging with us (usually held together by the past or a promise of ‘more time together’). Relating happens, conscious or not, continuously…
Here's the poem ('tis a poem 'cos it rhymes!) from my memory box, enjoy.
RELATIONSHIP
I am questioning
what relationship can do -
wrap us in a cloak of regularity
familiarity that kills what's fresh and new?
does relationship prompt me explore -
with innocent eyes and increased tenderness -
subtle light and shadows I've not seen before?
does relationship bring less or more?
relationship disintegrates each time Love flows
its whereabouts is indeterminate and what it is fuck knows
give me feelings! oh yes oh and yes and O!
I give them space and smile or sigh as they accumulate and grow
and those that I resist or hate? they fester deep inside
and those I chase I cannot find despite my searching far and wide
yet when I greet each one with 'ae fond kiss'
there's not one I'd rather be without and not one that I miss
relationship disintegrates when Love is there
and where it was and is is indeterminate
and do we really care?
No.
Until that moment we begin to fear, then relationship may well appear...
I gave up the business of 'having relationships' way back then. Relating only seems to have gotten more intimate, spontaneous and full of aliveness since.