A gentle reality check

I want to taste your wisdom
Spread it thick on toast and eat it for breakfast
Wake me up with the story that tells me who you are
Let your voice become an extension of your heart
Replace that morning caffeine hit
With a gentle reality check
What really matters to you
And what are you doing about it?

So stop pretending you don't know anything
Because who but you knows the songs that your soul sings?
And only your hands can pluck the strings
To play the tunes that bring your dreams into fruition
There's no other way forward than to accept your position
That if you won't be accountable, then who will?

Who will learn to listen with warmth that melts self-doubt?
Who will learn to speak their truth aloud?
Who will learn to trust that we have everything we need?
Who will learn to cultivate compassion til it takes over the world?
Who will join me on the stage and be brave?
Will you?

The perfect poem

To write the perfect poem
Wait until a rainy day
Take the bus to a distant place
where no one knows your name
A seaside village
Or perhaps an outer City suburb
where you can't get a decent coffee
But anonymity allows you to wait
Until time doesn't exist anymore
And you can begin

To write the perfect poem
Wait until a rainy day
Then take the train to work
Because you don't want to bike today
You now have twenty precious minutes
To fill the page with transport-wobbly-scribbles
Yes it's noisy and smelly and you don't want to be here
But every moment counts if you want

To write the perfect poem
Wait until a rainy day
Take off all your clothes
And stand outside lifting your head and arms to the sky
Tell it all the secrets you've been hiding inside
Wrap yourself in clouds until you're warm and dry
And write
It doesn't have to be perfect