when I swing the ring and hook it— clink—
I move into the flow a prism
of rainbows and unicorns you blink
as deep intentional projecting
all these swallowed screams held obdurate
in my scarred heart now intersecting
timelines. I reach back forgiving, glad
I’m here. I’m living! Reinterpret
every brutal step. I touch old sad
seething. I’m a channel bridging realms
unseen, a medium you consult
*clink* til intuition steers your helms.
I manifest this way: integrate
shadows I’ve been struggling to awake.
Outbreath centered, flung, opens the gates.
another ring hooks solid rising
power effortless. The universe
joins in, responsive synchronizing.
Inspired by: Prism, Scream, Obdurate, the Saturday Stream of Consciousness prompt medium and the OctPoWriMo Day 10 prompt letting go with forgiveness (as Tyburn or CinqTroisDecaLa or some weird way that arises.)
And this new-to-me game at which I excel.