Wilfried Santer
Stretch roots hidden truth
Last seen before waterfalls
Iris dried focus
Joshua Hanson
Walk down the narrow corridor of broken
Cold tile floor - stained with tears - gauntlet
Lined up behind glass, eager men wait with wide eyes.
Each on holds a black phone receiver in hand, jumping the gun of trapped in a cage.
Beats not missed as a young, pretty girl walk past, banging on glass, hand gestures and screams echo
Stools are screwed into chipped flooring of forgotten
Broken dreams, scarred stories just beginning to form on bruised tile.
Count 1 - 2 - 3. Tired, blood shot eyes stare through the frame of smudge.
Hands reach out. Fingers touch. A heart is felt beating through tempered thick shield.
Stay just like that.
Moments are measure by big gray industrial clock on the wall, high enough that that all know their time is running out.
Time beats down on your back - your heart.
Blue eyes of sparkle with fleck of tender child swim in pools of remembering before.
Sadness creeps around edges - others have mad e a life of time behind glass.
A runner sits behind stories formed in a long-ago glass fed to you by your mother
Scars begin to formulate when a child is give a knife that goes down hard - then goes down smooth after a time.
A knife becomes dull when scraped over bone and sinew
Sharp becomes dull until a chasm etched into a life is deep
Running a finger over the edge of muscle - find stories of blood and blue-eyed ocean.
Say good-bye - the stars hold you
May I serve you a liquid posion -
It’s right here - a wooden vessel
Be - tray - for - All.
Bow your head - sweet blush upon your cheeks. Maybe there sits a tear - caught in the corners of your eye. Those eyes that are big - round - half open - looking. Bouquet of wanting is as big as the number of many. Enclosed by all that is offered on the branches of display. Too much. When a simple array of choice is present - needs - desires - wrecked cars in getting from here to there - close the tunnel. Wide around a heart is evolutionarily all there is. Is progression in a constellation chart - if wanting - envious challenge shown suddenly on the dome of a brain. Look askance at your empty hand fulls. Who are you without. Discomfort is an avenue of asphalt destruction when shorn up by envy. Is envy a cousin to desire - tender seeping of hurt. The world shows a plenty non-existent - existent only in an advertisement. Wrap yourself in a cloak of contentment with what is in the hall of mirrors. Each flower picked - saved - held - opens. Chicory crowds out envy with a smell of divine.
More trust. This is a hard won place to drag yourself through. Even with a happy childhood - outside forces can bend your trust - over time. Who we are is resonant. The littlest thing can happen to one person - life long wound. Another individual has the resilient make up that allows things to fall way as they walk along. Maybe we have some of both. Blind trust - positivity and optimism over the top - is not where I sit. I am a questioner. I am mutable around trust. I can forgive. The ragged scar might be tucked in there. A world gone wrong - has maybe always been that way. It’s not a bummer to speak about this. Real conversations that allow. LIstening. Made up minds as one way thinking stagnates - mutilates while it stagnates. I cry easily. That helps. I wonder - when did all of a sudden show up as platforms with placards. Talking points here. Remember - always. That person standing in front of you - has a long lived life if their hair has started turning silver. Trust that there has been some important lived experience you - I - can learn from. Telling it like it is - is telling it like it is from one’s own lens - ideas - lived experience. The soft places we might admire of sitting by the fire - well - to get to that soft place of seeing and listening only comes from listening to the voices that are maybe only in your head. Quiet around the fire. Whisper invites a strained - forced - arrival at this moment. That persons brain. Fire away dendrites.
The Journey of the Sacred Bee Tarot
Rushunda Tramble at @staywoketarot on Instagram shared The Rock Bottom spread as a coping tool with tarot medicine. This process helps when you are feeling that you need a way to get through a difficult challenge and are not seeing clear options. The spread is a grounding and reminder to come back to yourself. She explains it beautifully on her page of March 21, 2021. Also, check out her website at staywoketarot . I see this tool also as a way to find some quick relief when perhaps you find yourself in a tunnel vision pathway.
Muroidea Rat Tarot - https://society6.com/midio
Wide feet swollen from years of standing - clawed feet scratching their way to a mountaintop. The top is dismantled as the the rocks fall away - crushing whatever stands in its way. Trickle down - more like tumbledown - more like knock down - more like just plain down. Remove the bottom foundation - the foundation of people holding up tenuous sky higher ups. The din of sound is deafening if listened to with wide open hands. May we have Bread. Hands cupped to ears catch a phrase of desperation - ignored. Pretty words dressed up as rescue is a fancy cake that is just out of reach - at the bakery behind glass doors - crumbs for the mice. A bundle of carry holds treasured hopes at the end of a precarious branch plucked from the forest they have been traversing for lifetimes. Locked inside of the small leather satchel - cross bodied carry is a piece of paper that says you pass. Hold on tight - hold on for dear life lest you are cast off the cliff - precarious for not one. Heat of sun is massive power creating unbearable pressure - keep walking - don’t walk off the end of the precipice. One small leg of tickle is an unlucky pulse that can create abandoned. Layered choice is not foolish - understandable soil embeds your memorable footprint. Lady bug, lady bug - who do you know? Lady bug, lady bug - who do you ask? Lady bug, lady bug - red shelled messenger - droplets of dotted hopes. The rat creature is just like you - just like me. Only a fool would decide to turn back.