Introspection
Introspection is alive and well within me
Like a little ant crawling on my skin
Easy to ignore for more important pursuits.
Until a sleepless night reminds me
That I have been avoiding myself.
“If you won’t listen to me when you are awake
I will get through to you at 3am.”
I listen.
I vow I no longer need to injure myself
Or get sick to slow down
And pay attention to myself.
Being with the experience of mad, sad, scared and glad
In my body
Opens the wellspring of joy beneath.
In this way I can show up for myself gratefully
And avoid the universe’s escalating reminders of neglect
A gentle tap
A little nudge
A slap
A punch
The cosmic two by four.
