Heed the Message Behind the Feeling
Remaining resolute, taking a warrior’s stance in life
Into the bowel of hell’s entryway, thickened tar lingering in airs not-so-cooling winds, cramping, buckling over at day’s opening song. Tension standing off in corner’s edge, badgered claws ready for piercing thews.
Differing from a clouded haze, once before, eyes glossing over from previous encounters with vampires and demons sucking every last drop of wine and energetic fluids heeding life’s answering mysterious skirmish bidding of front-line look to future’s hold. Deep breath, fuck it, we are commanding peace and collaboration, entering lion’s den with no aid from Daniel, the lion tamer.
Lacking protection from smacking whips or chairs taunting lioness’ mane, stepping into self-reconciliation afterward facing enemies secondary glimpse of what may come of day. All eyes on the self-proclaiming warrior, villains were seeking ways to trip, hand on the magic button, setting off atomic bombs-failing attempts at taking life.
Heroes journey inward gaze, inner peace outwardly scattering throughout the fields; planted seeds, on fertile and non-alike, waiting for the bounty of harvest and champion’s wishful thinking. Knowingly and full-on-recognition of blood-curdling screams silently slicing at the jugular and vital units.
Straight into battle, front-line access to the self-awakened reward, head spinning from a vibratory mismatch of altering frequencies and rip-roaring charges by the others, trooper dropping in. Challenge accepted vial and vagrant beings attacking random bystanders, the twinkle of the whole bloody universe emanating from the intensified gaze.
Transient management or life-altering occasional sharpening sacred sword of truth, matters not but whispering smiles of ten thousand riding equestrians with blades sheathed like none before. Galloping pace, hooves never touching the ground, dumbfounded and stunned are they, never before seen on T.V.
This is the moment we’ve been waiting for, coliseums applauding at gladiator’s triumphant risk taking down the beast without ever shielding and sword. Breathing yet again lifetimes of ancestral beatings, healing traumatic wavering potent at ease as if all of the zodiac housing in the tenth.
Not for the faint of heart, ignorant to jack and beam’s drowning, through own self-dismemberment, all tools were at hand. Never stood a chance, never have they seen it coming, never would they believe it was all their own doing. It is done. The Weaver spinning entangled webs, inescapable-they never had a chance.
~ Ani Po
It began with a single prompt, Day 28 of a 30-day challenge, then an apparent contradiction appeared as a one, followed by inspiring two. I intended on sitting with them and allowing one or two to jump forward, but then a web of sorts swallowed them whole. Weaving them all into one, finishing with an entangled web.
Thank you, Diana C. and J.D. Harms, for continued inspiration and keeping a space for me at the table. Here are the original prompts if you wish…
