Life is more beautiful draped in tragedy.
Cleaned and cleansed by tears.
Hung out to dry by the Mothers’ of time.
Folded carefully and properly…
only to be used again and again.
To be re-soiled by the Earth-
The cycle, the cylinder– the sphere.
Round and round…
Causing confusion and dizziness to be somewhat of a permanence.
Taking you from being present…
to being disillusioned.
Compartmentalizing all aspects of life-
So that the inherent nature of chaos
seems relieved from its own innate freedom.
Pressurized by a society –
Whose mass Consciousness is fixated on surface value-
Calculated by the eyes of others.
Who say that because your metaphysical body
can’t be seen, measured or counted-
It doesn’t count.
A poor collective investment-
To undervalue something immeasurable.
Anyway- back to the spin cycle.
These words are too much for a Wednesday.