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A Love Poem
for Highly Sensitive People


This is a love-poem for each of you who feels...

(And we know how inconvenient that can be
in such a weighted world.)

Well, put on your party hat
as it's your birthday.

Every day is your birthday,
because you are constantly remaking...
reawakening
yourself.

You are new every day.

Please don't dismiss
your brilliance
as schizophrenia.

You're not crazy, darling.

It's your grotesque habitat that is crazy.

(You know, the habitat that normalizes
blood-thirst and depravity, and then calls it "6:00 news").

Brilliance glistens and sparkles
and bounces light from many
angles, facets and dimensions.

Genius vibrates and buzzes
and reverberates many
octaves, chords and symphonies.

It's just too rich... too creamy... too dazzling
too bright... too stunning... too pristine...

to be measured
or counted
or understood by
miserly unilateral
box-worshippers.

It's okay that they don't get you.

Do you really want to be "gotten" by folks
who insist on a neat and orderly universe (which is fake)
with perfectly manicured lawns (again, fake).

You are a wild prairie.

An ocean.

A desert.

A mountain.

You transcend predictability
and homogenized conformity
and deadening mediocrity.

And that erratic wildness is the secret-sauce
that makes you glorious.

So step forward,
you outrageous creature
with the amplified nervous system...
you undeniable proof of Divinity...
you hyper-aware catcher of overlooked subtleties and nuances.

Be big. Live big. Love big.
Small just doesn't suit you.

And you know it :-)

Emerge.



And now, a confession.

I wrote this poem on a late Friday night, listening to some neo-soul... wanting to connect. Meaningfully connect. Heart-to-soul-to-third-eye-connect. So what did I do? I wrote a love poem dedicated to people who resonate with the word "sensitive." Anyone who can harmonize with that word -- and all that it means (good, bad, ugly and beautiful) -- anyone who "gets" and "lives" that word... I want to be in community with you.



And more expansively, I want us all to be in community with each other. Dynamic, not static. An interactive place where you can create your own pages, like this one, and other readers can comment on it.

Would something like that interest you?

Check out HSP Village.


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