Lyric of the Month
“Hello My Little Gentle Soul…”
hello my little gentle soul of effort
come back to me now,
like a child.
there are a thousand paths
you can go
but they all must not
choose what you must,
what stirs in you
like blood and love,
like only something true.
hello my little gentle soul of effort,
why don’t you just choose you?
This month, I chose something a little different. I know, this is supposed to be a lyric of the month, and this is technically not a lyric. However, lyrics are poetry, and this is just that. It is lyrics without music put to it. So, here we are. This month’s lyric is a poem by one of my all-time favorite poets, Christopher Poindexter. This is an excerpt from his collection, Lavender.
Now, let us dive in. Poindexter’s style is always so romantic and soft. I point this out because his opening line, “hello my little gentle soul of effort//come back to me now” brings me warmth. I could be trapped in the coldest blizzard in history, read this, and be instantly warmed. Immediately I am filled with comfort that I am with someone familiar, someone who has cared for me like a parent. Who the narrator is meant to be, I cannot say because I have not asked Poindexter. It may be himself speaking to a dear friend, or the universe speaking to him. I can say, however, for me this poem is God. It is God with His ever so warm love seeing me drowning in myself and lost in one of the thousand paths mentioned. This is Him calling me home to his love and reminding me to be who He created me to be. Me. That is it. I am not trying to make this a religious spiel, but this short poem is so incredibly powerful. I know every time I read it that it is this divine being reaching out and reminding me that I am who I am, and that is enough. It does not matter which path I choose so much as that I choose it.
This poem could not have re-emerged at more perfect time. I am actually going through a trial where some very important people disapprove of my path. Yet, all they see are two paths. One being good, one being evil. Like Poindexter, I see a thousand paths. Guess what! They are all interconnected, too! I could start on path A, take a detour down path N, check out path Q, and still walk through A’s finish line. This realization is so beautiful. When we make a choice, yes it may define the rest of our lives, but we also can change paths later if we so choose. We are in charge of our own lives, and that is all. No one else can walk us down the path they want for us because their path is way on the other side of the forest. And that is beautiful!!!
I approach a forest and see the paved paths. I turn to the left and see a thousand unpaved paths in the trees and bushes. This excites me. I take a step towards the left. I walk all the way through the woods, and am met with nirvana.
You approach a forest and see the paved paths. You turn to the left and see a thousand unpaved paths in the trees and bushes. This scares you. You take a steady step forward. You walk all the way through the woods, and you too are met with nirvana.
We approach a forest and see the paved paths. We turn to the left and see a thousand unpaved paths in the trees and bushes. I am excited, you are scared. We pull each other to our desired path, yet we have gotten nowhere. Suddenly in our hearts we hear, “hello my little gentle soul…there are a thousand paths you can go…choose what you must, what stirs in you like blood and love, like only something true…why don’t you just choose you?” Immediately we let each other’s hands go, and we walk on different paths. We see different sights, experience different experiences, yet we meet again at nirvana.
Poindexter has art dripping through his typewriter, and with such elegance he writes me a letter from God. I am sure he never even meant for this to be the case, but here we are. I am on my couch stressed over life and what I am supposed to do next. Here comes 13 lines of pure divinity summing up the solution to my problems with “why don’t you just choose you?”
So, here I am letting go of hands so we can be free to travel the paths that excite us most. We will all reach nirvana no matter how many different paths we take.
Here is to our own journeys.