of the vicious
strive for joy
patience in silver—
How do you think I know?
the Universe makes no mistakes
it’s true some doubt it
will try so hard to convince you test you
push you rile you accuse you scorn you abuse you
you may elevate and watch this poverty
unravel roll out slither from a sorry sack of ill intent
still it ought not move you undo you hurt you
well maybe scratch a little— you are human and will remain
but you your person your value your beauty your presence
cannot be diminished vaporized erased desensitized put out
We met yesterday or today
We will meet again tomorrow
I see you there standing in your place your still slightly bewildered face
Your shining bright light full on but flickering adjusting unsteady
Tell me your name again so I can repeat it write it on our Human Sky
for all to see as they come to look for their own reasons
to befriend or dis or welcome or whisper or ask you out loud
why you are not what they expected
You arrived because it’s time and this is the place the right one your place
You belong here. We all do.
No one stands guard
No entry fee or protocol
you you You arrive
Ask: is this my home?
Is this the beginning of the journey—My Journey
—Is it The End?
Not much on offer in view
Many before you have crossed
Limestone is reliable shelter
You could enter settle stay
While you contemplate others’ bones sink deeper
These walls are reinforced by thousands
who arrived hesitated undecided lived died calcified
Are you hungry?
Is imagination driving you forward or rendering you static?
Is your heart—
you remembered to bring it, yes?
Is your heartbeat a barely detectable murmur or a drumline of thunder?
What are the lyrics to Your Song
or have you not yet written them in invisible ink upon Your Skin?
You willed yourself here
You are alone but for birdsong wind green leaves clay and stone
It means nothing
Inhale now stretch clench your jaw close your eyes
Howl until all breath is spent
Then step one foot in front of the other as though
you know Your Intention acknowledge it
as You Walk with confidence toward The Light
Time is fading and despite appearances The Journey is long
rife with tricksters detours delays poor signage distractions
Your purpose is not singular
Your path is not direct
and Life is positively short.