Susan Storey.....: Well Enough Alone

22.2.13

Well Enough Alone

What if everything really is perfect?
What if my little ideas
about what should or should not be
are the only problem?

For all our rants about right and wrong
the closest I've ever experienced anyone move
toward genuine love for a stranger
was in the face of complete disaster.

Nine-eleven shook New York to it's core,
and rippled across the world...
dropping me to my knees in the process,
filling me full of all I ever feared and hoped I was
deep down inside.

In those moments, and for days afterward
we were one people....our hearts broken open,
united in a kind of humanity
born of tragedy.
Seeing the truth of ourselves as we couldn't otherwise have seen.

What if everything really is perfect
and our little ideas about what should or shouldn't be
are the only problem.
What would happen if we all left well enough alone?

Susan Storey

I have come to realize that who we think we are is in the way of who we truly are. Art and verse are the braille I use to explore a psycho-spiritual blindness that I find myself emerging from.... and falling back into, though each time a bit more awakened than the last. The words here are, as am I, figments of an active imagination attempting to awaken itself from a dense dream called 'reality'. I use blank verse as a practice in presence; a meditation where I quiet the mind and wait on the words that arise in the heart. Often they reflect esoteric and introspective aspects within the illusion of form. Other times they address specific situations I am facing and serve as breadcrumbs leading me back to center. From time to time I cull the pages of my notebooks and randomly choose several pieces to share here. As for the imagery on this blog, it is a kind of wordless poetry; visual stories awaiting the teller. Each of the pieces are original. More of this work can be seen at my website and blog.