There it is

The unconscious becomes conscious

I gently offer you, my dear reader, a little poem about the unconscious becoming conscious. In our own bodies. In our families. In our places of work. In our nation. In our larger systems.

We can tell the truth about the patterns that drive us.
We can bring compassion to what hurts.
We can take responsibility for our part in allowing it to continue.
We can do our work to interrupt it.

Over and over and over.

Photo by Amauri Mejía on Unsplash

there it is

the terrible pattern
unconsciously racing
through muscles
thoughts
systems 

energy and pain 
stuck without release
destined to roam 
a body for eternity 
wreaking havoc 
and hiding in shame 

unless
we choose to watch
the terrible pattern 
with curiosity 
patience
compassion 

even when it’s 
uncomfortable
and painful 
to stare right at it 
to see it’s glory
and terror 

to see how it
drives us 
when we don’t 
want to be driven

seeing the unconscious
become conscious 
hurts

and heals

Photo by Mike Petrucci on Unsplash

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