That’s what alchemists do. They show that, when we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better, too.”
Last night I called you
swift bird bursting from the
bush as I near. I would never
consciously have summoned your
casual cruelty, but my aim to live
wholly is not a possible future
from this path. I must turn back
into the sensual past, a lone
goose honking through clouded sky.
I have been paired with pain.
Carving secret niches in my
constructing a life protected from
you and the others who followed like
awkward puppets to mimic
what could not be allowed to surface.
Creating now a space where you can
never harm me. The silver cords
of my attachment to this story–
it’s not fair that you walk head
high while I slither in shame, your
coverup talk like blindfolds
and earplugs cutting off my
joy in the world. My power
rises from the middle
ground anchored by the sky.
Releasing the story, transmuting
the deep-rooted fear to surge
pure energy, untainted gold.
The alchemical creation
of my powerful intention
unfolding in this sacred moment.