OK, who takes responsibility for their life?
OR at least thinks you should.
(Hand goes up)
Then what about weather?
What about Radio Waves?
What about cancer and accidents?
What about The Grand Cross and retrogrades?
What about Tax Day, pointless violence, random love?
What about eclipses of consciousness? Addiction? Death? Depression?
Today’s pressures push hard to murder love or bless raw humanity.
I move about, breathing, trying to keep my eye on the periphery
but Mystery eats light.
So I grope, grateful for candles, friends,
a feather-like match of life,
and most mysterious?
Insane confidence in the dancing soul.
Blessed Holy (?) Week