Sun Knows

Find hope in sunsetsbursts of magnificencemomentarily absolveworry, guilt… When did fear gainsuch hold, and howdo I demystify its lies? The setting sun knows,I am certain, will follow herinto darkness… (Image my own.)

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In 2021, I Woke Up

This year the plague cameand I blamed the windfor carrying destructionand I blamed the sunfor its ineptitudeand the rain,no friend of mine,only served to drownmy expectations. Lockdownand social distancemasks and antisepticshow was a soul to survive? Pushing 2020out the doorcertain reliefwould followbut change is nota date on the calendara release of circumstance I turned inwardfaced […]

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Teach Me

Teach me reverenceam losing groundchildren adultingmothering in a void Teach me acceptancedisability’s waters floodI’m in the marginsan afterthought I concede life changesrelease control – passionbegs an outlet; I am wornbut I am open. Teach me. (Image mine)

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Awake and Dreaming

Sip of brewed mugwortand reality shatterspixelated beadslike a murmurationshapeshifting imagesluring me skywardI am skin-sheddinganti-gravitationalAlice in Wonderlandwatch me grow. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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Unexpected

Spring-loadedthe lever that releases usfrom reality One minuteset on a paththe next, victimcourse uncharted Survivors question –existentialquesters.

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Sacred Witness

There is no promiselife passes, sometimes trickleswe survive or thrivelove as glue, spirit reigningheart open – sacred witness. (Image my own.)

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This Is How It Happens

Cherubic and reekinggrief’s pallor heavyhe comes to me Of course, he doesI am schooled in compassionseldom flinch at raw pain I attend to the woundslisten; reassurebut I am weary My own sorrow unattendedloss and betrayal an inner bleedknow I have only so much to give But he is not alone,there is anothera mere child… Cherubic […]

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Flee The Cult

A life of servitude,the guru said,surely leads to Nirvana No debate permitted –we are but plebesanswer his every need mere women, bornto serve, to nurture… I flee the cult Why? Because I can.Servitude does notnegate free will. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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Order and Compassion

Pythagorus surmiseda theorem of patternsdefining life’s mysteries Despite my abhorrencefor numbers, I concur thatthere is order to the unknown Guided by compassionI walk that intrepid riddleseek the enlightened path. ( Image my own.)

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