another week gone like a train you cant catch, or a flight to your sister's wedding that leaves while you're stuck at jfk (snow delay).
another card pulled, relationship, answering a question in a bizarre esoteric advising that i may never grasp.
another chapter of doing nothing but being so preoccupied, pointless right.
when you finally know
be it where to go
who to love
what to fucking contribute to this existence
whatever is sitting at the controls likes to cocktail things up a bit
and throw meteors and mountains, and red seas, at your heart
the storm rolled in during drosha and the sky turned a incriminating black.
winds pushed us toward the smells of shabbes and just as we neared the birds were released cleansing us silly in ecstatic sparkle and skin hugging clothes. ah
disillunsionment with yourself must precede enlightenment
well thank you
labour of love
and so you are there
when the tornado swirls around knocking everything you think you love off its kilter and you remain still
when the dogs are barking and your assignment is due and the racket is a pure orchestration of peace
incorporation of nothingness
remember, yes?
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