Fair Exchange

I used to feel all these traditions
boxing me in, caricatures
of the deep symbolism
stripped in capitalistic indulgence.

Swimming on the surface
of tired clerks straining
to hear over the grating
notes of tinny tunes
holiday consumerism irritating
our ears.  All the unsettled

ancestors longing for rites
forbidden, smashed like language,
stolen like children and reworked
to fit this culture’s denizens
sniffing disdainfully
at pagans and sun worship
holy days
mocking the very treasures they’ve stolen.

This year
invited to sit

here now

in the cavernous depths.

Heart-space empowers

wordless

vibrant

magnetic.

I’ve created this simple altar:
see the star
of our constellated lineage
the greenery
of our living presence.
Feel the mother’s love
and the birth of the daughter
compassion welling
as I claim you
with my tender heart.

Inspired by: Caricature, Tradition, Boxing, Indulgence.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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