one would visit—it
was a chilly night—I’d offended one of her children. it was revelation, autumn
inside, a misspelled incident.
we desire
forgiveness. we might know to repent. I apologize for saying, “We.”
many call it,
hocus pocus, many say it’s dangerous, others fight to get closer to it.
once something
enters, remnants remain, the precipice is humanity.
I was wrong for my
trespass, encouraged to let it be, a good heart knows its payment in full.
the moon is
pivotal. the sun is fire—some are close enough to lose control. at the brink of
sanity, powerful in chains, asked to step away.
I was greedy. time
was given to me. most happenings occur quickly. like a chain with four metal
boxes, a vision occurs when it happens. some fierce soul, bones, scales, myrrh oil,
and imagination;
to race like a
shadow, souls become each other, a piece of the many resides in “us.”
one was timid,
unreceptive, they chased her away; another is bold, the arm of her goddess,
they adore what they can’t see; another is behind the chest, spiraling into the
city, mindful when it’s time to unveil.
most must be
careful. it seems to imprison. because when lit, most need to say, do, something.
one may hold another hostage, threatening to cause discomfort, while being
unsettling. what is the rubric? one doesn’t want war, as a peaceful warrior,
nor desire uneasiness from another. its wavelength is tricky, drongo, sphinx,
or a head without a body. (Rebuke!)
one might trust in
mind-movement, as another sees his/her self, if to recant about something.
it’s mumbo jumbo,
by its understanding, or it has a reason for its appearance. this is vague, of
course, anything has a source, a reason—mesquite has a source, lumber a source,
rain a source—to utter this in dismissal, is utter—situational.
to flying
energies, cast a blessing, all into its atmosphere.
