Peeling the Price Tags Off Life
Dear World, At first I thought these were separate poems…but as I reread them before this posting, I realize they are One Rant About Living Life. The choices are upon you, made from you, about you.
Jump on in!
PEELING THE PRICE TAGS OFF LIFE
One by one,
I scrape at these with ragged fingernails
Burning a torch in daylight
Nothing is as expected
Unless you cast off suffering
Reclaim your power
Lose the knowledge of being poor
To manifest the many lives we know
To be Available.
Stand still for no distractions.
Reach & clamp onto the wrist of the hand
Slipping into your wallet
Pinch it off. Cast it into slag heaps for the fire!
I am entitled; I am no commoner, no serf
Tho my wages are less than modest
My dreams are not
Each day is one more step into an
Unknown of my own making
Mal-informed, uninformed, misinformed
I take no heroes from among false gods
I declare myself immanent
There is no time left for dissimulation!
Our souls have been hacked
Our thoughts are written in the skies
We move in & out of credibility
With impunity; but life is not a fiction role
Where is your truth?
What has happened to your kingdom?
Where is your wealth?
Sucked dry by siege, by sanction
By laws against nature –
The sins of other’s fathers
Visited upon my ravaged soul
I would claim my own
Had I time to commit them
But I am wound about $9/hour
Still wondering if the coffers will
Ever clink with coin
To pay the owings engineered by other men.
I am in my own word-war, world-war
My own upsurge of independence
Created by simple aging
The four horsemen mill outside
Their minions ring the house
While one smiles, reaching for the doorbell
But I am not going to answer this call
I am no longer either in control of my thoughts
Nor in thought control…
I have moved beyond into a kind of
Where breath is enough
Where life is enough
Where love is never enough
Since that pushes me into the arms of others
To seek it, bring it, endure it, bow to it,
Embrace it, one from all, from one.
There is no denial in my life anymore
Only very careful choices,
Sifting thru the gemstones to find one that fits
The one that seats in my navel
Upleveling the energy of eternity
The blessing I place on my forehead
Shines on anyone more poor than I
Pulling them into a light
Where they dust off their lapels & fasten a flower.
I will be the one who makes it through
I will be loved, I will make my way
Cannot you see where your life has led you?
The life you waste in watching the lives of others
On a bright & fervent-fevered screen?
Outside, the sun is rising/setting,
Outside the skies dance with moons & stars
The air will feed you; the light is nourishment
Why would you forego this for pretending?
It is so seductive to live your own life
Free from corporate lies, medical rumors,
It is a privilege to worship the gods of my living
The angels of my choices bear me up
Out of abandonment
Into the fullest expression of life I can be.
I spend no time following the false
I worship no idles (sic)
My life moves forward of its own volition
Pulling me forward, pushing me upward.
Curtains open every day to new stages,
Stepping into palaces where I meet
The leadership of life to whom I will not give my power.
My life isn’t made of falseness
I recognize the limits of my godhood
I acknowledge the fierceness of my warrior-self
Fully. I juggle words like knives
Some do make me bleed,
None make me weep.
I have been known to make stupid choices
But only by others: to me they validate
My life is defined by the next new pen I buy
(Herein my craft, my croft)
My boundaries gallop beyond any distance my aged eyes might see
For where the world ends
My imagination begins.
My rogue nature emerges
In the house I once divided
Yet pull back together now
The redeemers have entered
My social circle
We join hands & raise them to the sky
No longer silent, but voices raised collectively
In a song to rock the world from lullaby to
Be you fruitful in your thoughts; it will
Ring the world
Will take us out of comfortable orbit
Into prophecy & foretelling
Where the story ends well
Where the lovers get their Kiss
Where the wars subside into the very ground
They so bloodily seeded
The deceivings of the users
Thinking themselves possessed of forked lighting
Will instead experience my laser
Of shattering power
My brain will emerge
Through my heart
I will love the world back into being.
The Truth is not afraid of you.
Why do you fear it in return?
Your soul has never shirked from duty
To shepherd you into divinity
To reveal your god-nature
The certainty of this
Is writ upon the granite cores of worlds
Your parallel thoughts
Wrinkle stars with ponderance
The light of your being alone
Has stifled hunger, seeded worlds, changed a universe
In its course
The life you bring to life
Were it not to be believed by simple existence
Keep moving forward, keep holding forth
Your heart, keep offering
Your being to service
For everyone is more needy than you
By virtue of not being you.
Carol Borsello 9.15.2018