Sometimes it’s subtle but every day, here we were, just finding beauty in what could be someone else’s mess. What do you see? Call me crazy but I guess that’s the perspective of it all.
DEATH, MUSTARD, AND RORSCHACH
The year everyone died all at once
You would sneak condiment packets from the break-room drawers and eat them after everyone had left for the day.
Some 270 pounds of “not hungry” but craving bold variety, flavor, to satiate your hunger, fill your life, body
It was the same year, same week, you had sharpied that inkblot onto your wrist, staring at the funeral home where you knew his body lay, making up some bullshit about finding meaning, beauty, in the mess. Its what you were going to tell people when they asked what it meant and honestly… it just meant you liked it, it felt right but now..
You engrave the image into the temple and spell out the destiny you carve for yourself
You came here knowing, and this life will be messy but it will be beautiful and you will some day be knowing – if no sooner than after your going but if you can just allow
Like, get all movey, groovy flowing
You’ll tap back in, sweet sticky sap
source limitless and growing
And from that place you’ll get going. Fall into yourself and watch the magic unfolding.
But baby – never be ashamed of your hunger, your need to feed, desire to be filled up
You can stop settling for empty, I know you crave depth so demand deep
And they may peg you as one who is drowning in greed, but you know the truth, so allow abundance to come, steadily
And it’s going to be big so just relax, get ready
Drilled into me, “No longer are you ashamed”, a subtle voice speaking honestly
See, all along, you were enough, and meant to have all you need. Now if you would just let yourself, we’d bring it in with some speed.
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 