Welcome, friends.
So I’m trying something new.
Is anyone up for guided meditation?
I’m no spiritual sage, nor am I some religious fanatic. I just want to add some light to your day.
Now let the meditation begin. I encourage you to read the following like you would a passage of scripture. I know that’s a powerful ask coming from a stranger on the internet but bear with me. In a world where the power of the word is used to draft legislation that oppresses hundreds, sometimes you’ve got to take up a pen and write your way to salvation:
Take a deep breath.
Maybe, several hundred more.
Before you realize,
You’ll be back on top of the world.
Or if you’re short of breath like me, well…
You might pass out before you reach
the seventh breath.
Now lean back against your chair
or if you’re already in bed, then
that’s perfect! Relax your shoulders
crack ‘em if you need to and then
find that position where your fingers
don’t cramp from holding your phone.
Are you ready?
Good.
I
They say love makes the world go round
And I think that’s true.
I’ve heard people say the same things
About money too.
Sometimes you have it and sometimes you don’t.
Sometimes it’s buried six feet under the surface
And other times it’s draped on you like a necklace.
Well, sometimes I want nothing to do with it–
Love, I mean– it’s hollow and anxious and
Fucked up and selfish.
It’s mangled my heart and rendered me hopeless.
Shit, I’ve heard stories from friends
Where it’s left them defenceless.
When it’s corrupted it burns like
Cooking oil on the skin,
Burning for days long after the assault.
Like salt on sliced skin,
It tortures me within.
And then like a cold shower at 5 AM in the morning,
It jolts my skin, electrifying
My body into submission.
II
under the bullets of rain
I withstand the pain
again
again I withstand
the pain
so don’t let me go through this alone.
help me withstand.
help me stand
up again.
III
Because of you,
I’ve learned how to see myself clearly
Because I can see clearly,
I’m a witness of the magic you fought for me
Because you used your magic to fight for me
I’m free from oblivion
Because I’m free from oblivion
I’m free to love you
Because I love you freely
I’m withholding nothing
Because I hold nothing back
I can call you my friend
Because you are my friend
I am your love.
Because I am your love
You are my friend.
Because you are my friend
You are my love...
IV
Stop trying to make sense of it
in your mind’s eye.
Utopia isn’t too far
out of sight.
Or maybe it’s a state of mind?
A state of mind
in your mind’s eye.
I
hope you find
out that euphoria’s
not always a place or
a person.
It’s a feeling-
a million milligrams of joy
you can’t manufacture.
That kind of joy
can only come from within
that stubborn soul of yours.
God, if only they knew
how much light you hold.
One day we will all behold
you
in all your glory.
And just in case it wasn’t clear
yes, I’m talking to YOU, dear reader.
Utopia’s a state of mind;
a vision in your mind's eye.
V
The greatest joy is dreaming with your eyes wide open.
It’s hoping with a vengeance so sharp, you slice through mountains
Destroying conventions and pre-conceived notions
And creating solutions to abate the tribulations.
All we can do is create and make into existence
Portfolios of renewal and reckoning; of renaissance and resistance.
A new age is coming when time will fold and break upon herself
And all that we’ve lost here will coalesce becoming a river belt
Of lush green abundance.
And light will emanate from the soil
Bursting forth in kaleidoscopic wonder…
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