Sitting here with head exploding due to the impending doom, we can curl up in a ball but the evil will still loom. I feel it in my head, in my nerves. The unrest of the nation, it's right here, under my flesh. I can't rest. I am an animal on which something is running a test. I wonder if I am a control; is there anything to control? I know we are all whole. I am ever grateful that today we get to take our first steps as a family walking into a new life. The whole damn world might be laden with fear, anger, and delusion but I am blessed to see through the illusion. I see to the divine synchronicity crossing the borders of body and geography. I am glad my ears can hear the symphony. The symphony of messages transmitted through all mediums. I promise I will shift the idioms.
Hold on to nothing. There is nothing of which to let go.
As a poet I strive to honor my humanity and intuition with equanimity and grace. My aspiration is that y poetic works remind you as a reader that you are not alone in this human experience and that the divine is.
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