Beyond the Status Quo

Gingerbread, bacon in the skillet, enough coffee for all.

Dinner cooks in the crock pot and a fire waves, “ come near.”

Pine, cherry, oak.

Wood from my fatherland.

Smoke tending to the heavens.

Maybe what you see as soot is really a bruise.

Skeletons are scary in real life.

If death were possible my secrets would kill.

Platonic love means more than I thought it did.

My lover's cheek is an illusion and yet, a mirage of greater Love.

Rise, fall, rest somewhere in between.

Satiate my eyes; sear my heart!

A new humility.

Before now, our shared belief in created stories allowed us to be in action.

Can we be outside the story and forgo parsing the world?

Am I a child who cannot stop questioning or am I a fully formed being who need not always being asking, “why?”

What I am is a certain permeability – an ability to see beyond the status quo.

We've been sent to do a work; are we about our Father's business?

The warmth of interconnection – the dissolution of fixed boundaries – the ending of separation – tell me you understand me at this level, beloved.

Tell me you were lying when you said you do not.