The Sunday Dispatch 4.30.23
[tricking fate] subtlety betrayed by the transparency of desperation for too long now this heart has beaten alone while the night has the day and the winter has the spring what else must i do for my whole self to rise from this hole of self and become one with the beauty that loves me not. * [lost at sea] the waves awaken to the breath of storm burning beyond the sun a darkness awaits a chasm to be crossed a wound over which to heal and hope before sailing on toward certain death. * [thunder across the silence] cutting the light from the corners of blinded eyes truth unmoored from the weight of responsibility and consequence no filter for the filth of lies and oppression deeper down further gone closer to catastrophe than communion the burning pendulum swings. * [this is where it gets good] play the long game let things come and go work your job and live your life learn the places of your peace whether in strange winds or among dead flowers it takes a while to understand that nothing is under control and even longer to finally be ok with it but, hopefully, by then you’ll have realized that it doesn’t matter. * [feel it over] enough from the mind give the gut and the heart their time sense the pulse and the pull of vibration thoughts and bones will both be dust what matters is passion what matters is right fucking now so turn your soul inside out and burn wild for the only thing that ever remains is all the light we give away. *** “You don’t lead by pointing and telling people some place to go. You lead by going to that place and making a case.” - Ken Kesey