Tag: Holidays

Lies

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A constellation gathers

After years of isolation

Smoke rises and secret questions

Slither

Assumptions cement

Words speak as if real

.

Swirling

The energies are pressing

Mind murky I feel the pull

To assimilate

To conform

Into rally

Against

.

Tapdancing

On fragile fragments

Avoiding the sword’s blade

Creeping up my throat

Seeking

Sweating

Pushing

Through ancient

Unwanted

Seminality

This

Mediating

Peacekeeper

Says

Nothing

.

A body advances

Challenging

Pries fingers into mouth

Demanding

Demanding yet not

Demanding

But the sword has already retreated

And only goo remains

.

From this puddle

Little perfect dancers assemble

They spin and piroette

On cue

Delivering a grand performance

Both wanted

And reviled

.

No one wants the sword

At least not here

The singular retreats

Satisfied

Kind of

And I slither

With those unsaid tendrils

Pooling

Where a shaft of annihilating

Steel

Was once

Almost

Free

Sweet Darkness

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A poem for all of you that may be experiencing the holiday season alone and/or if you are in some sort of darkness. Sending good energy your way ❤

When your eyes are tired
the world is tired also.

When your vision has gone
no part of the world can find you.

Time to go into the dark
where the night has eyes
to recognize its own.

There you can be sure
you are not beyond love.

The dark will be your womb
tonight.

The night will give you a horizon
further than you can see.

You must learn one thing.
The world was made to be free in

Give up all the other worlds
except the one to which you belong.

Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn

anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive

is too small for you.

– “Sweet Darkness” by David Whyte, House of Belonging