What can we allow in the open space that we are?
What must we discard?
What can’t we bear to feel?
What do we want to push away–
because it hurts too much,
or because it doesn’t fit in with
who we think we are?
I am noticing all the ways I do not
let the world in fully.
I want to let it all in.
All of it.
Every perceived slight, hurt, niggling embarrassed feeling.
Every indignant rush, every perceived weakness,
every inner and outer scorn.
I am tired of only fully allowing that which
feels good or looks positive.
I want to let in the beggars of myself,
the inner parts dressed in rags.
If we allow in the whole world,
who can we reject?