That gut feeling, that little something instinctual from within, tells me how I feel beneath the workings of my logical mind. It other words, my brain and my gut talk to each other. I do not ignore this gut feeling; I act upon it, often averting hurt and damage to my mind and body, often finding a way to help someone I love.
They pile up,
ideas, dreams, hopes,
one on top of the other.
They cram in from both sides
until I am squished inside a tiny box
that my overworked mind has created,
a set of confining rules that limit my vision
to just a tiny spectrum of exhausted thoughts
so my mind can finally feel wanted and needed.
They imprison my spirit that longs to be free,
confining it in a mind-based penitentiary
so I cannot run to the open spaces
where my spirit longs to flee,
so I cannot see you,
and I see only me.
And then my gut churns, twists,
screams out its pain of being ignored.
It enlists the support of my eager heart.
It beats faster and screams out in protest.
My legs wobble losing strength and stability.
My weary gut instructs my lungs to let my body
finally sit down, breath deeply, and rest awhile.
My heart set free at last coaxes my weary mind
to stop and let Mother Earth’s sweet energy in
to touch and nurture my neglected soul.
At last I begin to see, to understand
those things that seem so urgent
will still be there tomorrow,
but today is just for me
to just enjoy being ME,
so I can enjoy loving you.