WHAT IF

WHAT IF

So what?

What if.

What if we saw tension
as a muscle overworked
as a muscle
we want to smoothen
as lactic acid crystals
from either exercising
or interestingly enough,
stewing on our couch

What if we saw the mental clutter
that mental stuff
we wish we’re rid of

as this kind of buildup of
lactic acid crystals

(metaphorical lactic acid crystals!
not real ones)

What if we saw meditation
as stretching
daily exercise of
whatever lever
ladders mindfully
or mindlessly
like stretching
preventative maintenance
to charm the mental clutter
the overchattering clatter

What if we employ it?

What if we take it,
and lay our ladder
in a lattice,
buttress a creation?

What if the mental chatter…

is normal?

Yep

What if the mental chatter…

is OK?

Yep

Yep, yep, yep

What if we’re supposed
to DO something with it?

What if we’re supposed
to take this fodder
compost
for new art?

What if we are supposed
to bend the fork
which points to stuff
we’ve bent to touch
our misperceived
discontent

the things we think
we’ve done wrong

the hoops and hurdles
we oughted
ourselves with

And think, Oh yes,
I’ve got this fork
It’s not meant to punture
but to prod

It’s fuel

And then use it

And feel at peace

What if
we utter
a word that’s chock
like rock
like hammer pulling hand
to glide through
gap in curtain
for our I
to fly
through waves

~ Lady