One day the big "it" hits you. Could be as simple as an "oh snap!" poof you waken to something that has been dancing around the edges of your consciousness for like ever.
Or it could be a bottom drop into a space with surface tension sufficient enough to momentarily jar the ego's grip on a version of reality that but served an illusion and worked to keep a sense of ok-ness for a while - a listener choosing Nero’s fiddling over the blood-curdling screams Rome is fucking burning down buddy wake up!!
This is a wake up call
And yes we are praying now
We are always praying
Whether in the sheets or the streets, the poor house or the bank -
we are always praying
Annoying, I know
But even annoying is an answer to a prayer for those who woke to the call to walk in the world awake
Oh,
I would so like to be the author of this call
Might be motivation for a book or a tour
But I am swimming
in the tumultuous (amazing I got that word it has so many U’s and not enough I’d but I digress)
ocean-space between grounded here and flapping-in-the-wind-there
with the rest of humanity
Trying to grab something,
anything
my roots
your roots
their roots
yesterdays roots,
other people floating by
anchor-spaces
just
out
of
grasp…
"It" is destabilizing
Jarring
Bone shaking
This is what is happening now
"It" is hitting us
Individually and collectively
The war is but a metaphor
Of an innervision
Disturbing the peace
Forcing
the seeing of things
the saying of things
the re-thinking of things
the being woke
in spaces
that make every cell
of your skin
scream
bloody
fucking
murder
before ripping off
and exiting stage left!
leaving a messy puddle on the floor
Oh, Snap!
That’s what it’s for -
a bag
not a wall
for judgement
at all
Ah comfort
my comfort
my soul for some comfort -
northern
eastern
western
southern
potion
I don’t care
just get me outta here
to the sea
of blissful
blinded
complacency
"It" is not having that
Eye to eye
We tip out hats
If you see me
Know me
Hear my name
Or I you
We are intersecting
At that fork in the road
Asking
What will we do?
Do we heed
the call to heal
Or
Will we sigh
with weary breath
sink back
to the dreams of death?
I
For one
Have seen the wreckage
In my wake
And that is not
The path I want to take
Neither should you
For our soul
And the soul of the world’s sake.