Missing Frequency

A tuning fork at 174 hertz
rings solfeggio frequencies

and my cells cannot ignore
this invitation. All the toxins

that spill into my field,
rejection signed by sneezing,

coughing, itching, frowns
and sneering gather here,

a shield of imbalance.
Stuck by my own disgust.

How I ignore what I know
to be dirty.  Why would I sully

my clean? The stasis of my
fight prevents the change

I long for. The instant
fix, not this long slog

of choice in every single
fricking minute. Vibrating

tines loosen my
defenses and harmony

slips in. I’m tingling
and clear-sighting, receptive

to what yearns for integration
what is here now.

Inspired by: Rejection, Spill, Ignore, Change and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: clean/dirty (So to follow the rules and integrate as well, I’ve used all the prompts in stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing (typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what I write.  Business as usual.)
And inspired as well by my first biofield tuning and yet another reflective, gorgeous sunset.

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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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