I
Status message
You have been alive for 17,725 days.
II
Read me a bedtime story
But I won’t get sleepy.
I’ll get angry.
The myth works on me.
for days –
Why is a man the saviour?
Is the man a part of me
and I save myself?
III
If my baby dies
I’ll shake my fists at the
universe(?)
an atheist,
a heathen,
forsaken –
no faith.
No faith in god
or the gods
or the moirai.
What’s the difference between
trusting the soul’s journey
and
fate?
one
so amenable to me
the other
leaves me in rage?
reject the idea: someone else is deciding.
fondly believe “my CHOICES” –
either way, do I believe
what happened to Josh
is a punishment
for some bad behaviours?
Is it the Indigo Girls;
my reincarnation?
Is it modern trauma informed;
ancestral trauma?
Is it shamanic;
all connected?
lens
Which modern religion can I see this through?
No dogma for me
IV
make my morning
Presence
Gratitude
Prayer
Intention
to the sun
and think of
17,724 days
there was no prayer –
judgement creeps
– the days of “no awareness” –
still an awareness.
All of the unforgivable CHOICES.
bongs
cruel
anxious
lust
afraid
lonely
mean
….
balanced with others’
treatment
exploitation
desire
adoration
“love”
appreciation
admiration
….
and the deja vu
and the future dreams
and the prophetic dreams
and the embodied knowing
and then the perfection of all days
and the things that are known before they are experienced
Legacy
Healing
Sense making
pale into
(self compassion
self forgiveness)
grace.
V
As I walk through the gates of fire
now, in the perfect
perfect
perfection
of every non choice
I am resigned about the fates.
Let them weave, measure and snip.
I’ll be here, present
and breathing.
