how many pecan halves does it take to anaesthetise the soul?
the solid darkness of cacao to calm the flow of dark blood within; desperate to find its source.
then salt. It brings truth to the sweet corners that hold self deceit and half truths.
where I sweeten the pain brought by the dissonance of living a life not mine, not really. not fully.
salt dissolves the lies. I crave it, my skin demands the sea.
nothing but bare honesty can bring us to soul-root.
nothing but seeing into what our life is now,
seeing behind the thin veil of the daily turning of routine.
we shelter within mundanity. does it bring joy to your soul?
does it nurture? are you nourished as you give and give to that without soul.
nothing but nakedness in its humility can bring us home.
red knees raw from praying our way out of hopelessness.
what does it take to stay here in this discomfort without seeking the escape
the blinding, numbing, shutting.
the only way to transcend is to traverse the thick dark waters of our pain
digging to find the very seed from which our disillusion sprouts.
the only way of arriving
is to deny any halves, any less
any-thing reducing you into meagre ways of being
and a lack of light.
your refusals are sacred.
plant seeds of trust in the dark womb of creation,
that love is there
on its way to full bloom.
your prayer waters the seeds with each rising sun
your body holy water
holding the memory of your full belonging.
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