Thanksgiving, gratitude
Whatever
This week
I sit and remember
The litany of what I have and hold
That so many will never see
The warmth
The shelter
The creamy bittersweet reishi-infused liquids cascading over tongue
The lack of pain
Or extreme imprisonment
The solitude
The health
The vehicle to transport me into varied realities of my choosing
The consciousness
To transform pain to blessing
Almost instantaneously
The wise, deep, cackling crone
Deep within, everpresent
The guides
The teachers
The plentiful food on my plate
The laughter
The sunrise
The immediate access to webbings of knowledge
The freedom to say
“I want a relationship
Where we’re aware and committed to
Working on our shit together”
And the self-love to not care
If the listener runs screaming haha
.
The voice
The sound
The art that now can come through unobstructed
Through this vessel
The witnesses, holding deeply
The love, the carved out
Empty full compassion pulsing
.
But
Whatever
What lies beneath
On this day of great trespassing
Aware of that too
Not gratefully bypassing
The millions of original beings
Paved over, passed over
Starved, forgotten, shackled
Extinguished, tricked, lied to
Forced to psychically submit
Gutted and soul starved
.
Healing the Soul Wound
Healing the Soul Wound
Healing the Soul Wound
Do we now see it?
Can this day be of gratitude
That we might just be seeing it
Grateful that the festering wounds
Repressed rage, bigotry
Unspoken for centuries
Are being released
Sometimes uncouth, often offensive
But released
Like Wednesday Addams, smiling
Match in hand
Thankful we can burn that old shit to the ground?
.
Thankful
We may be seeing the People
The human and non-human People
These beings, given Voice
Rising up
Transforming?
.
But
Whatever
Giblet laden gravies
Shimmering, reverberating
From distant relative argument
Over recent propositions
And how Sally should have never bought that car
And did you hear the price of gas
And how hard it is to build anything anymore
Without those codes gauging you
Lalala dancing words on aching surfaces
While Sally vomits in the bathroom
While Uncle Jim hides in the car
Taking another hit
To make it through
.
Whatever
Both eyes open
To my extreme Wealth
In contrast to many
As well as the bowed down
Hoping, praying, singing
To our seeing
To our healing
To our waking
.
Grateful
Thankful
Whatever
The Soul Wound
The Soul Wound
The Soul Wound
Letting Go 