The re-embodiment of Black Elephant

4/14/2023 That kind of day

I was up sitting before the sun rose — we have a ground-level ozone warning in place today — nothing flowed — Black Elephant helped

Today was my third Black Elephant and I’m hesitant to reshare — it feels almost too private — but it is a humanizing (safe) practice — one where you connect with complete strangers — virtually — and answer a few questions — For example — Describe a stranger who has had an impact on you

BLACK ELEPHANT

It’s remarkable how much lighter and grounded one feels afterward — a little like my Google photo search confusing an elephant with a dragon — I’m sure it happens to you all the time

After several pieces today — this is the one that didn’t make me want to give up

A pile of disembodied poems
Con/Jur/d, 4/14/2023

O we, o we, o we, we, we
the complaint runs from toe to pineal
we don’t, we don’t have to be this way
we say, too hot, too cold, too soon
too late, all these disembodied
poems, their symbols 
metaphors, like 
similes with

out an anchor, like this
or like that, disguising
our victimology in a
few well-chosen
words, disgust 

isn’t a template
no matter how we smoosh it
at least then you’d hear the squelch
understand this is of this world
not some pretentious
ideation running
away from 

more running to
before it can get away
from -- NO
almost did again
what was rejected
before, no to
no from, not broken
not whole and not
not whole

only this.

Is she looking down in order to prevent spilling? Or in horror at what her picking and choosing has wrought?

Let’s give it another try:

A Dragon who thought he was an Elephant (What Bull!)
Con/Jur/d

Someplace, below the heart chakra, confusion exists
we want to be rooted, Elephant proud, not part of
rather, a landscape onto ourselves, and we
are, we were born in the center of the 
known universe, how it happened 
no one knows, further still, we
are a Dragon, capable
of flight, we do it
all the time
dashing
into the
air, br-
eath-
ing

fire

although this appears to be Bull
deep down, where it counts
we know, without 
hesitation

this is truer than true.

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 4/14/2023