Poetic thought inspired by an orange bucket
Old layers peeling back, stated as before, raw, vulnerable, exposing self, wiring no longer up to code. Pulled circuitry, outdated cloth coated copper, flexible conduit, Italian chef splattering al dente all over the walls.
Exhaustion, over-whelming response to puzzle before me, breathe, one at a time, given strength for not my own. Into the zone we go, deciphering coding of cosmos, spelled out in plain sight, voids reply reassuring.
As universal speech, grounding of sorts, assuring all wiring properly grounded, neuropathways re-wiring at most, a breath of ease unfolding phase two complete. Wrapped up like a blanket of stars, lyrics of a favorite tune, insulating, closing up from outside worlds.
Cleansed anew, healing spontaneously, no explanation necessary, it is just so. Protective gear, shielding demonic worlds, magical cloaks, crystals, charms, or whatever safeguards donning our favorite covering, ready for integration of what is. Time has come sealing one’s fate, accepting path before us, rock and roll, playing through our soul.
Homer Buckets helping hand, tidbits, sockets, hardware, and more, small in comparison, calling on bigger hands. Little in pale, larger delivery, Homer Buckets now with super duty, gypsum like a gypsy, finds her way home. Stacked, cut, lifted into place, screwed, happy ending returns.
With removal, old paradigm-shifting realities, Humpty Dumpty rendering whole, horses and men aiding, filling cracks. Once broken and scattered, accepting what was, moving forward imperfectly perfect, mirrored effect in full. Seen as a whole, holy and healed, self, community, and Greater Whole, we are complete.
This past week consumed by renovating a room, soon becoming a formal dining area, dreams of building products, writing halts, and alphabet cereal drawing out diagrams of next steps. As with any shadow work, we find ourselves mixed with past, present, and future selves, integrating realities into one truth, becoming our own. I am reminded of this work as I remove layer by layer of subconscious layers of previous construction in this room.
Uncovering old truths, invalid realities, re-wiring, and re-mapping neuropathways to what is the ultimate truth.
In the process of putting things back together, navigating new territories, new firsts present, literally and metaphorically. Entering ‘the unknown ’ absoluteness becoming ‘known.’ Back to the integration of soul, returning to the void of All there Is, finding oneself in all aspects of renovating Spirit.
My hopes within my writing are and always will be, finding a place in one’s heart, thought process, yielding a gateway to other possibilities. Vast is The Way, Opening each and every day.
Thank you all for being present.
Enter if you are ready…