Sermon for Disabusing

Sight bristled with beauty thistled,
pickled,
radiance shrouded.

Frustration found
lacking the stalwart dance steps
of a muddled contrivance
tainted
by begrudging acceptance.

Filters run parallel to iron mindset
presenting none of the purification
of soul woeful soul.

Inhalation claims heart hurt journey
unto a black hole build-up
of heat inducing melancholy.

As doubt begets doubt
the dessication of a belief system
that threads its last weaving vines
into the psyche of a former zealot.

Words of the Day

gregarious 
insidious
capillary
cellar door
emaciated
incongruous
domesticated
patriarchy
sacred
bulbous
cacophony
illustrious
amenable
thunderous
simile
incandescent
feigned
sonorous
australopithecine
decadence
warmth
rendition
fingertips
sentient
divergent
dichotomy
Atahualpa
ancient
weathered
steadfast
transparent
verdant
chill
elements
inherent
clandestine
enigmatic
archway
celtic
ruins
emollient
zippered
abandoned
surrender
seduction
honesty
aerobic
human
cavalcade
knight
daybreak
communion

Amid

There’s no time like the present. 

Presentation is everything to a person undone in their daily ritual,
the security blanket of reason…

of fear. 

It’s wrapped and re-wrapped 

like the swaddling clothes of an orphaned baby 

sitting on the cold steps of tomorrow. 

I walk alone, 

I keep my binkie hooked to my pinkie 

willing to cover-up at the least provocation. 
This keeps my eyes half shut to what I’m wanting to find.  

I let the wool fall to the ground. 

It floats, mysteriously aloof, 

crumpled in dust and consternation at its being left behind. 

My eyes open inward; find contentment with what I am 

and stop looking outward for the clues and signs of how to be. 

When I look to the world in front of me all I see is its beauty, 

it’s steaming infinite container of possibilities.  

I SEE MY LIFE, 

MY ROAD.  

MY LOVE OPENS LIKE SPARKS OF RECOGNITION IN MY HEART.

The heat causes the pillar of flame that is my soul 

to converge and engage this universe of flight.