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A woman of 30 years has lived several lives and expresses some of that in the poem below. It caught me—and this column — with “wanderer.” This column is about wondering while we wander. Shall we encourage her?
Wanderer
Give language to the wanderer
Second guess the meaning they would have us recite
The inner drum will beat no matter what.
Forgiveness is a gift
As stupid as it is
Forgive anyway.
Freedom
From constraints of the mind
Brainwashing found me
And I’ve been cutting marionette strings
So I can claim defeat to the man
And fall
Back to body
Heart space waits for us all
To honor it
Revel
Bow.
I’m learning to articulate the abyss I’ve been dancing
with since birth
The cave of honor has scooped me.
The ripe and ready fruit hangs
Peddling
Again
Again
Momentum gathered and I am gliding
Fruit trees pass me
The wind opens what my mind wishes to collapse across.
Who am I?
I am the pause
I am the space where heaven meets earth
I am the breeze that soothes all who open to it.
I take flight
The ticky-tacky boxes can keep playing their false
realities on repeat
They mean nothing.
When I am gliding
The crows gather to sing my tune
I am the better half I was looking for.
I am what’s here when defeat has come and left
I am the Conscious space that echoes
It’s steadiness hums
Come home.
Copyright M.J. Dantis 2021
Steve Aldrich is a retired Hennepin County lawyer, mediator, and Judge, serving from 1997-2010. He and his wife moved here in 2016. He likes to remember that he was a Minnesota Super Lawyer before being elected to the bench. Now he is among the most vulnerable to viruses but fully vaccinated. Steve really enjoys doing weddings, the one thing a retired judge can do without appointment by the Chief Justice. He officiated at a well-masked wedding this year where the “congregation” was in Grand Marais, Norway, and White Bear Lake.
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