Thor
Your day. Named for
You. In your honour
Or
For your power
To be called upon, You,
As though Known already
And to be connected to.
This three-ring circus was a pandemonium in days of old,
A spell of disharmony, confusion, and something to be avoided
As though known, an evil believed in and feared.
We hereby re-route magic in the blood
To embrace and trust and expand the tiny moments:
That which feels
That which allows expression of peace and love and enjoyment
of All, The Entirety and full Magnitude of meaning and existence.
We hereby make the marks to dispel the disconnect and discontent,
The delusions of intellect and ego so as not to be bruised,
Flung about and bashed against the cold, hard inanimate,
Inorganic parts of waiting, longing, inaction and disempowerment
That kill the Flow of Life and separate us from each other
In shame, embarrassment and misunderstood loneliness.
All and Always and Already,
We are children fighting for our innocence and sense of wonder
You see us when we look up, relax, make vulnerable and allow
The Smile of the Heart,
When we follow the threads that pull at our attention
And pull up shields to guard us from the allure of the thick,
Comfortable deep and dark
When we go to soul searching inside.
These age lines reveal the failure of selves to recognise
Frameworks of linearity, the giving into forgetfulness and familiarity
Stuck stories, unchange and non-adventure.
Go-letting
Patience and grace, and then! What laughter is to be had!
Oh, souls.
We are alone together, innocent and wondrous children of You,
All and Always and Already Great Alone and Unfolding,
Exponentially Multiplying, Fracturing, Complicating and Novelistically
Becoming Deconstruction and Creation Awareness Holding
Memory of Ages and Aeons
and Ever After
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| If Only Just For A Moment - acrylic on superwood, 45 x 15cm |
