Another Day

Take your opinion, I don't want it. It's pasted on your forehead and your implanted ideas that you claim as your own. You've claimed a color (blue!) and made it your identity.
I dare you to blend it and make it purple. Climb over the fence to the other "side" and find yourself in others.
I want to hear what lights you up and pours sweet nectar on your desire.
I want you to sing to me the song of your soul, with perfect pitch that shatters the illusion of separation.
My opinions? Oh, I got tired of them, so I poured them down the drain and took off all my clothes and felt my body come alive in the sunshine.
I want to unzip my head and take out my brain and give it a good sunbath as well. To absorb those codes and remember my cosmic origins.
The sun hides today and the rain reminds me to make stew and burn incense and dance like it's my last day on Earth because maybe it is.
I look for jobs and cry and cry. Because I feel like my entire being is screaming to be expressed and it's not in that job or in that one or the other one that wants 10 hours of my day, of my breath of time my time my fucking time.
The grace of this time to ponder and cry and create disjointed, poetic musings are not lost on me.
I have two feet on the ground
I recognize "reality"
It's all a gift really
Even the painful and confusing parts. 
So 
Let's make it pop shall we? With magic and authenticity and the pure essence of just being alive.
And leave your opinions to compost 
and let them, alchemize and grow into the fertile and fecund
stuff of
Pure Potential.

Comments

  1. Kaline28 September 2021 at 10:47

    Oh, my dear Selene. What are your choices and opportunities in this upside down world? Why are they so illusive? Trust. 💕😥

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