Two Selves Dancing

Have you ever had a friend who seems to read your thoughts? Someone who just *gets* you? Sarah W. Bartlett is like that for me. We often seem to be pondering the same questions at the same time, even though we live hundreds of miles apart.

Sarah is a poet and teacher and a philosopher and a mentor to women–and luckily for me, a generous and enthusiastic collaborator. We’ve both been wrestling with the topic of wholeness–healing the divided self. So instead of haiku, today I share with you a poem that she and I wrote together.

Two Selves Dancing
I rock, sway in this dance of selves
one drawn to dally, drift, dream;
one pulled to tasks – none essential
though demanding Do! Deliver!

One drawn to dally, drift, dream
pinned down fast by expectation
though demanding Do! Deliver!
these tasks – naught but noise and vapor

Pinned down fast by expectation
I struggle to be free from all
these tasks – naught but noise and vapor
better to be the stuff of dreams.

I struggle to be free from all
Merge dancer and work weary other
better to be the stuff of dreams
Idea and action reunited

Merge dancer and work weary other
one pulled to tasks – none essential
Idea and action reunited
I rock, sway in this dance of selves

Words by Jeannine B. Everett and Sarah W. Bartlett

Photograph by Sebastian Fritzon ©2008 Creative Commons