The Junk Drawer & Display Case
I am the sensual, sexy, hips moving,
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,
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
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.