I’m Not Humble

I want to be like a child that hasn’t learned humility yet. No sheepish smile when someone compliments. 

I want to beam like a 1000 watt stadium light. Jump and skip and dance. Feel it with my body instead of letting my mind flatten it in translation.

I want to bask in the glory of my own creation. “Look, look, LOOK! Look at what I made.” 

I want to feel the current of power coursing through my veins. And I don’t want my mind to reprimand me for wanting it. 

I want you to look at my scribbles like a doting parent. Look at it with as much awe as I feel.

I don’t want to shrink myself down. Instead, I want to take up space, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

I don’t want to be humble about what I make, what I do. Nor what I feel and think. 

I want to peel all those layers off and leave them at the door. I want you to look at what’s left, who I am when I’m nothing. And I want you to feel reverence just for the way I exist.

Paired Listening

Lotus Flower – Radiohead

From the Five Part Body Playlist