A funeral pyre from the wood they tried to corral you in — GoT Logion 39

breathe in + breathe out


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logion 39


Your scholars and religious leaders
have taken the keys of knowledge
and locked them away.
They have not entered in,
nor have they allowed those desiring
to do so.

You, therefore,
must be as subtle as serpents
and as guileless as doves.


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Reflection:
Weep and weep and weep
for those believing they hold
the only
the right
the superior
the faithful set
of kingdom keys

Weep for them
but then get busy
Take apart the wooden box
they tried to corral you in
Take it apart piece by piece
and heal with every breath
with every ray of sun
with all the beauty revealed
— the Garden you’ve been told
you were cast out from -
you’ve been here the whole time

Now stack the wood
for their funeral pyre
and mourn more if you must
Certainly, it is grievable
that some siblings would choose
the stale echo chamber air
over juneberry blossom
and the smell of the river

Wipe your tear and laugh
Queendom key in hand
Open up the door
to Your Holy of Holies
Your Seed of the Fire within

And, standing next to your
family of
Friends freed from those tiny boxes
Begin the ritual

Whisper Your secret
into Your flame
Bow gently
Set fire to the wood
and Dance, together, in the glow

x+p

Rest on the seventh
then rise on the eighth
Shovel and wheelbarrow
Scatter biochar
around the saplings
still recovering from the lie

We are in the Garden
We’ve been here the whole time

Then gather a harvest
and sit down together
for the perpetual First Supper
Feast on one another’s stories
Digest and
Begin
the dance again

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