Empty Your Pockets

Posted on Jun 10th, 2007 by

empty your pockets
and you may find
who you are, who I am

we’ve been standing on a turning wheel
trying to see beyond, to the dizzy dizzy world

but the speed, blurs
obscures, blends from view
eyes that smile and cry
take their journeys
scribble some notes

my shaking, reaching hands
emissaries into tomorrow
plainly have hand-knowledge
a kindness called strength

so stand tall
close your eyes, if you need to
we can not really be
without being
or choose
without choosing

so reach in
see what is already with you
cause you need to know it
whether you are surprised or not
whether you are randomly full

or actually empty

©2007 C. L. B. Callender

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Tagged with: poem, poetry, poet, dizzy, sadness, seeking, pockets, knowledge, self, random, empty, wanting, wondering, choosing, being

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1 day later

otter said

This image is really wonderful. The idea of reaching inside, and finding nothing - and something. Of finding wisdom and your “Self” right there. This reaching is not for something far away, or unattainable. It's with us. Snug and comfortable. Right where it always is. I think about the times I pat my pocket to make sure my keys are there. When they are not, I feel a surge of panic. An empty pocket sends me on a search. I usually find a whole bunch of treasures looking for those keys. Often, they're simply in another pocket. Wonderful and thought-provoking poem, as always.

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3 months later

Alison Mackie said

I search the shoreline for beautiful shells. then I throw the most beautiful one back into the ocean as far as I can.

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