barefoot

there actually is
a book inside of me--
all books in fact,
yet only
a strip of words
at a time
roll by,

a run through,

a checking it out...

it says  now, "it's judgement
that makes you tired"

you have to hold up this story
that what is
or what was
should have been different,

an impossible task

takes enormous energy

to believe 
what isn't

to keep shoving your too big foot into
Cinderella's slipper

gets bloody!
and bloody
and bloodier

surgery--
your heart deleted
from your life
hurts!

whatever it is

whatever
is

should not

can not

be different
than it is

when it is.

reality is sanity

fantasy
denies
you
the ever present
having   being
Heaven

nothing to do
takes no effort from you

exhaustion
is love's guide:

re move your self
from
arm wrestling
life
to the ground

remember
when you were a kid
and you liked surprises?

sunRisings

a flower in the snow

stars bursting

popsicles melting

a rainstorm with sunshine

puppies' tongues licking tears

falling down flights of stairs

merry go round up and down and crashing waves
water up nose moved through time and space it seemed

and the book
goes on...

with judgment
or without

without my brakes,
there is a ride

to be had...

maybe even thrilled!