This Light Shines Brighter When It’s Home.
Movement – bliss
pain and resistance
why why why am I here?
Taking my heart and placing it back in my breast
This light shines brighter when it’s home.
The sun never moves to bring us light.
Mist in the mornings, frost on the leaves
Heat and burning anger in the pit of this being
Dancing with head and feet
Dancing with Ground Hog’s day, over and over again and again –
All my perfectionism just an endless tape on repeat;
these words do hurt, wring pain like juice from muscadine,
Dripping, reeking –
Such a m***f*** rear view mirror
I saw a deer startled, bleeding
Dying in a clearing, white bone exposed, shocking, shaking, falling,
eyes so wide they swallowed me whole.
And all I could so is come back here. And place all this immense little perfectionism
Into the fire of my soul
And let these flames cook, burn and refine the ideals from which it was birthed
So long ago.
And let these
be mere guides.
Life and breath, just for today
I know I know i know
It’s been 10000 years.
Today can be different
Today I can speak a single new word
Today I can let in a little light
It’s here after all, all around
Forget about the dying deer
It’s journey is not yours
It’s blood is its own release
Forget all the past, which never could be forgotten anyway
Today I go