The Junk Drawer & Display Case

I am the sensual, sexy, hips moving,

Come-and-get-me, look-and-do-touch.

 

I am the critical, inspector of every bump, fold and flap

The check-myself-in-street-windows–the judgment:

Not worth much.

 

I am the open, juicy, legs spread, sunbathe naked,

Rolling-in-the-grass-free-lover.

 

I am the rigid, frigid, only-wear-black

Tucked away, hidden and covered

 

I am the bold, outspoken, charisma-oozing

Center stage honey pot.

 

I am the invisible, look-but-don’t-see, dim my light, self doubting shadow

–don’t matter what I got.

 

I’m the sacred vessel for love, channel for God

Agent of creation and one with all.

 

I am the disconnected part-but-not-the-whole

You-over-there, me-over-here

Great separator–great builder of walls.

 

I am both and either.

I am the junk drawer and the display case.

I am the chalice and the drinker.

 

I am the space that holds both sides.

I am the claim that no longer hides.

 

I embrace my all–my polar parts–

My heights, my depths, my complex heart.

 

With eyes wide open, I take a peek.

At the ocean inside me.

And the trickled stream.

 

I watch. I learn, as more’s revealed.

No good, no bad–just what’s not healed

 

So I pray and I wait and I ask to see truth.

And I trust that these sides of me all live in You.

~Written by Debbie Lichter, Copyright 2014

 

This poem flowed from me right after a meditation where I was contemplating the polarity that lives in me. Thank you for sharing with me this magnificent HeARTist journey of growth, “uncovery” and healing.

xoDeb