pure heart truth

Find comfort in the now, there is nothing else.
Everything I know, I've known it all before.
Medicine words, and I do the talking, but this time I listen too.

My fingers get caught sometimes in ginger delights, tins can be deceiving, and I was told it would all work out, but how?

crack open your shell even more, she says.
Bleed it all out, and then let's shove the blade in even more.

It's hard work.

And I've shed so many tears already.

So this must be why it is working, I gave it up, said, I am healed,
no there is no such thing, just when you feel good, it's time to tatter new clothing, and all my outfits have rips and splattered paint, and
the new leather jacket costs more than I make all month,
sometimes.

I asked for money and I got some.

say that again now.

I deliver on promises.

I am timid when I really know what is right.

I hold back passion, for other people's sake, and I say, this is the nice thing to do.

No my name is not Nice anymore, it's not and it won't be.
It never felt right.

I am more than the sum of my parts since you can't define my insides.

I made an altar stone, bled on it,
smeared my life force all over,
then I prayed,
and hard,
and deep,
and said,
you know what to do.

What you give you receive,
and I need to give more

to myself
to
you

to the
world.

So much,
in this awakening.

I think,
I should sit in silence again,
10 days,

novel.

And then I think,
I should travel,
again.

and then I think, no

stay.

be.

this is where the magic of transformation happens.
In the here, and in the now.

And I learned that in foreign tongue,
I laughed all the way through,
found friends in the bugs,
made up terrific stories,
and I swear, I saw the glimmer of the one!

Holy, holy.

In the cycling of everything,
rebirth must begin.

The death has been a severe one, and there is more chopping of unnecessary limbs left to do before winter.

alas,
I know it's true.

Maybe this time I will listen to pure heart truth,

default on this.

I need to, and now!