I Trust This: Confusion, Delusion, and the Spoon

I trust in my greed, delusion, and daring,
my creating, crooning, and moaning.

I trust in my confusion,
my not knowing which way to turn
taking me again and again in its dizzy hands.

I trust in my small mind
to keep churning up memories and fantasies
and orgies of ideas.

I trust in the knot in my throat
to tie itself up, untie itself
countless more times.

I trust I will give away what authority I have,
and then take it back, and then give it away,
and then take it back.

I trust in my sense of humor.

I trust the ground of my being
will come to me as knowing, seeing and hearing,
listening and loving, living and dying.

I trust in the spoon and fork and knife
to take care of me in their suchness.

I trust I will enjoy all this,
be annoyed by all this.

Thanks to Darlene Cohen for helping me build this trust.

Would you like to build your trust in yourself? Hire me. I’ll help.

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{ 3 comments… read them below or add one }

Alex Blackwell | The BridgeMaker May 25, 2011 at 8:02 am

Beautiful and inspiring poem – thanks for sharing.



Mark May 25, 2011 at 10:13 am

Jasmine, you’re such a deluded, confused, trusting soul. Next thing you know you’ll be wanting to fail today, tomorrow and the next day, lie down on the floor and marry the heart. What do your parents think of you? ~ Mark


Jasmine May 26, 2011 at 1:07 pm

Oh Mark, they worry.


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