Spiritual run-through

May I be a pure, uncut, simple chunk.

May I speak luck.

May I be a sheer brick of love

hurled through a window made of love.

Each shard plunges into the body of a fixed sign 

and melts into their flesh

and into their bloodstream

and may they throw their heads back 

and scream!

Serves you right. 

Hmm. Let me re-orient. 

May I create so much space within

That I cannot be complicated

Because I have injected 40 feet of space and time

into the minuscule spaces 

between the tangles 

of each knot!

Oh — and can you please 

Make my beams juicy and delicious

To all who get hit with them?

Want to breathe in the toxic air 

and release fresh energy 

into the atmosphere.

Like Christ did, yes? Did he breathe in shit,

and breathe out heaven?

I don't remember him doing that.

I must return to my wavelengths I have chosen. 

When all else fails I must return to my discipline. 

The reason for a rock-solid discipline

with foundations that resonate down to the bones

is because when all else fails

you can return to it and hang on tight.

Yea — so I recall — I upraise you discipline —

I raise you up!

I rear you Love!

LOVE,  so you said you were. 

So you claimed to be! 

I connect with you, Love, 

              yes,

    I'll flow into you, and you flow into me,

let's rock the water back and forth

      until everything gets back into equilibrium

and all the sediment settles.

Yes, let us do that. 

I'll take a deep breath now

and get back to my to-do list. 

Thanks.