Foundations


Amid cacophony

of the vicious

Kind people

strive for joy

Sifting grime

patience in silver—

Knowledge knows

Beauty glows

Wisdom grows

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You Belong Here

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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

You arrived

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.

Hello.

Light

Shoes are optional

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

Look around

You are alone but for birdsong wind green leaves clay and stone

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Repeat

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.