CONFESSION ZERO

It’s all around me. I pray it’s the light of a coming peace. I welcome its emerald gleam over the looming haze. I’m so exhausted from my willful creation, from my beast shaping its hands into the lethal symbols of a pale dismissal.  I’m weary of honing my mind with the same stone, with the same indifference as the tyrant.  I don’t consider myself any better than the worst oppressor, I cannot rise further than their love is or was capable of rising and I can’t sink lower than they've the ability to send their love tumbling away from creation. We are one in the same, equal partners.  How my love flows, fast, slow, mighty, meek, idle or dead, is up to me and me alone. The air feels as if it’s speaking to me, if I’ll but heed its steady rhythm infused in the sky, the water, the rock, the air, the heart, the spirit.  Listen to The Mother’s heartbeat, she breathes, she writhes beneath my animal’s rhythm, above my belief, within my flawed self, everywhere...

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