Ordinary

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I wonder if we are all just living our eulogy

Tales we tell of love and warmth, purpose and valor

Personality spikes sprinkled with dramatic deplore

Is there such a difference between dog and man beyond the years we roam

Egoist form, primped faces wearing tailored clothes

I tripped on humility today

Landing on realities declaration

Extraordinary we are

Only in the moment we are born

~ Alisa Hutton

The Flowers Death

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Edges curling in, weathered

A depressed muted brown bleeds where vibrancy once thrived

The color of apathy and lost purpose

Quietly spoken, perhaps purpose and possibility were never found

Not all flowers die beautifully

Spirit can fold in, cold and fetal without a sound

Air becomes gnarled, sharply chewing decay in hope

The flowers death

A silent and vulgar unbecoming

Mirroring a life I know

~Alisa Hutton

 

 

Nothing More

Nothing More

There is no practicality

I laid beside a stranger who was wheezing her last breath

Two things were not as we expected

My life

Her death

Side by side and equally alone

Curiously, our shared space perhaps was meant to be

I spoke with a woman who had but a few weeks to live

It was not planned or marked on her calendar

Curiously, she spoke with a calm confidence that this was her given time

She said honey trust me you just know

A man now bed ridden, his strength slipping away and out of his control

His strapping youth and forever quick mind he seemingly left at home

He hadn’t packed his favorite things for his stay at the hospital as he never planned to go

Curiously, when I told him I would see him soon he smiled with a simple knowing

No my dear, this is it for me and after this visit you probably won’t

I watched a little boy as color drained from his face, knocking loudly on heaven’s door

This isn’t how I see him, he plays and laughs, giggles and smiles

Get your hands off his little body, this, what is happening

None of it is what I ordered

Please, whoever you are that reaps in your dark and sudden ways

Take me and do what you will and let that little boy go

Through a tiny window

In a moment of life

I saw raw human souls

Horrific things, death and sickness that have forever shaken me to my core

I didn’t know what to do, I dropped to my knees

I held the hands of those entering deaths door

My heart was soothed, my eyes opened and my human fabric will forever know

This life

Our hearts

Those things that our egos think matter and we should know

Nonsense

There is no practicality

I sat on the fence of life and death watching souls come and go

There is only one thing you need to have as you walk through life on your way to deaths door

Love

Simply that, nothing less and nothing more

~Alisa Hutton

The Dawn of Discomfort

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In shortness of breath

Trust the dance and awakening that comes from the dawn of your discomfort

As your chest clenches in tight

When silence screams and white noise grates on every last nerve

As feelings are choked off from placid flow

Offer your silent gratitude in the uneasiness of it all

Your heart is fighting to burst open

Like a lotus flower you are destined from seed

To grow through the mud in order to reach full bloom

When your body’s calm seems to be aggressively locked away and directionless thoughts in a fast paced race

An exhausting marathon you don’t recall wanting to enter

Respect the scenery and feel each step you take

Walk a path that is lit with simplicity and mindfulness along the way

Embrace your intellectual mind and stop to give it a warm hello

It is only running so fast in search of your authentic soul

In the damp and darkness when your body won’t sit still

When you wish you could climb out of your own skin, not sure you can handle any more

Don’t run away

Don’t try to hide

Lean in as far as you can and dive in to the waters below

Tuck blind faith under your arms with age and experience they will help you float

Trust the salt to heal your spirit and unneccessary sores

Relax in to your buoyancy when needing peace and rest

Lay your head on the lap of the trusted love of who you are at your core

For the discomfort you feel that is waking you up at night

Is simply your heart reminding you to always shine your beautiful light

~Alisa Hutton

The Space Between

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Have you ever noticed the space between the wick and the flame?

Sat in your quiet breath and observed the void between the two

Integral space needed to keep purposed light

An oddly required polarity to serve self and the other with unspoken respect

The wick holding its unique contribution of longevity to care for the flame

The flame holding its unique contribution of longevity to care for the wick

In that care and purpose

A respected space allowing both to fulfill their nature

Have you ever noticed the space between the wick and the flame?

~Alisa Hutton