one pinstripe at a time

without judgement

on the pinstripe,

on Harvard,

or Yale,

or the high school drop out,

or heroine addict...

without judgement,

on this picture

without history,

data, based on others,

hearsay

of frightened judging minds...

wouldn't you see a kindred soul?

one who loves something,

who walks,

drinks orange juice,

goes to the bathroom,

just like you,

wants to be happy

and thinks he has an idea of what that might be,

and is doing the best that he can...

given what he believes?

wouldn't you have compassion

for this version of you?

this operating system with a virus,

a default setting

of "not good enough"...

wouldn't you just like

to follow him home one night

and give him surprise love notes

under his pillow,

on the mirror in the bathroom,

on his milk in the refrigerator...?

wouldn't you love to

float into his ear

and hear

when he has the thought

"i'm not good enough"...?

and wouldn't you love to

just gather that thought all

up in your arms--

roll it up in the soiled sheets,

carry it downstairs

in the laundry basket

and leave him

this sparkling space of clarity...

that is lighter than anything

he has ever experienced...?

where he clearly hears guidance

and feels supported,

and simply can't

locate any more reasons

why not to love...?

so

this is

yours to give,

in this very physical world

any time you feel

"i'm not good enough"...

love,

so dear, so real, so unaffected,

truly

hovers

in every moment

to land you,

and ground you,

and bring you back

to

Reality

one pinstripe

at

a

time...