Getting shorn

Getting shorn.
Or just another day of service to Love.

Finding the scent of
Devotion
In the flowering of
The oldest rose of the rose garden.
The land has held us while
We spiraled
Deeper,
Oh god, deeper,
Standing in the fire.
We invited Chaos
And it
Came,
All over our stunned faces.
We surrendered to Love
( again )
And it took us
( again )
( harder )
Stagged us (it’s a verb)
Blew me out of my atoms.

That dark light
A beacon
Calls us in
Tugs
Excavates
Flips me inside out
And exhale,
Whew, it’s over.
It’s just begun.
Stones gaze at our
agitated adventures
of humanness.

My wildest dreams
Did not dare to invent
This,
I think,
With every new month.

Every time I fall over another edge of
Sleeplessness
Dissolution
Reaching out
Persevering in truth
STANDING BECAUSE I CARE.
Thanks enough.

I read a letter I wrote to myself
Saying
Go all in honey,
Well!

Nothing here can be spoken.
Only the sound of my breath catching
Every time the Mystery kisses my cheek.

The world sucks back out of the nest
The blinding lights of
Activated souls,
shining through
Ripped open hearts.

Don’t worry.
We’re coming for you motherfuckers.

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Published by joythunder

ecstatic wildness