Philautia - Self Love
I bully myself.
I use the weapons of my bullies.
I pick gum from my hair.
I tug at my clothes.
I gaze at my neck and skin.
Heavy and cold
I render out the fat with patience.
No love can grow on demand
so I study it and I cultivate it.
I know that we cannot survive without it
so I work.
I empty myself.
I look at everything, drinking in every line, form rhythm and color.
I turn up the music.
I plant my garden by the light of a lantern.
I wash my face.
I hammer, fold, clean, tend, measure twice, revise and dig.
I dig deeper.
I lift my face to all weather.
I look at others with a little more love and patience.
I get out of the way.
I let fire burn without discipline and I tell about it.
An arsonist, a wildflower, a whirlwind, a breeze
I remember the bullies and absorb their crazy in to my own.
I let them go.
36X36” print on eco-friendly conVerd board.