Each face swimming into my hereness calls and texts or in the shunned connections blessings in this misty morning nearness the grey thick air devours reflections of vivid vistas. Yesterday’s clearness disappears. Here a cold wet inspection alleviates misperceptions, makes light of falsely perceived rejection haze-bright.
The fractal I create illuminates all of my lessons soaking in presence. When we touch I embrace, elucidate the wounded patterns in my face. Essence of evolution, intuitive gates open the paradigm’s obsolescence. Hear my growl deep in the woods. Rain-fog gifts are love, a sending as the timelines shift.
The nature of trauma is that it is unconscious; something frightened or disturbed us enough so that we did not want to experience it. We shut down, we froze, we acted out, we ran. We did not make sense of the experience and file it away, we threw it out of consciousness.~Tian Dayton
I reject the swamp of my birthplace, call and finagle love by the sea. Far from my roots, play the gargoyle–mysterious pagan goddess adorning cathedrals—
spiked-head cautionary tale. I’m trying to make these words sensible. My lineage settles for mosquito-infested land losing sight of possibility, hard
survival hunkers down even though just a few miles up the road is paradise. I reject my habitude. Centuries of unprocessed trauma rise. The shoreline
fraught, I pause in fear anticipating the shock of change, cold slap of moving sea and I must leap, reject the quandary. Relentless tide brings what lies beneath the
surface, the deep places pain claims surge like a riptide, insisting I dive deep release the illusions to dry crumbling on sand. Shivering, wet, now I accept.
Ah, don’t turn away this garrulous sky and I cacophony honking gaggle of geese startled by swallows moving in and out of waves of sound or thoughts winging diaphonous. As leaves listen greenly delicate clouds blush. The veils dissolve outside in thresholds I bring the light. My secret messages cannot be read– perhaps eaten or smoked like magic or a cosmic joke. Who seeks my energy, so fine and fierce alas to no avail? My sacred vessel has no door opening the way unfettered out of your range, here I am unreachable uncaged.