‘Wisdoms’ come to me in that space of Twilight sleep; where we are not quite awake from dream time, and the liminal space between consciousness and sub-consciousness unwinds. It is a favored place for me to be, all receptive, out of the conscious minds need to be alert, busy, on stand-by for the day to unfold and take me with it. Sound familiar?
In the twilight zone of my manifestation, not the one of Rod Sterlings inventive TV show, I am all lazy, no where to go, to have Be anything or anyone other than she-who is resting fully in her bed. It’s a place of timelessness, a place to let the languid ease of waking-up to the new day, move fluidly without constraints, without making life happen in any particular way if anyway at all.
My receptivity in this twilight spaciousness, brings in a download of wisdoms that ask, with no pressures, no absolutes, for me to consider, maybe take to another level in my awake time. Sometimes, I have no idea on the how, or the what of what gets shown to me, said to me, asked of me as I swim in this vastness that offers me specifics on the meaning of life and the Universe.
It is New Moon time. The lunar cycle likely enhanced my Twilight zoning, planted a seed for me to love and give nurturance to my wisdom keeping as it fills me this morning. I welcome it. I bow to the gift of it. I let it simmer in my heart, my mind, my body. It has more to say.
NaPoWriMo.net has invite us poets to a prompt that is a stylized one. An abecedarian poem. What is that, right? Well, what it is is using the entire alphabet , where A-Z is what starts each line. And here it goes.
Avoiding the chatter of ‘who’s got it right’
Basically preferring to not get involved
Choosing words carefully can be exhausting
Deciding to remove any chance of that possibility
Even when the pull to let it have me is strong
Feeling into the timing, when not being noticed
Gives me the opportunity to exit without a dive in
Honestly, I haven’t the energy to make good this banter
Joining in has yet to prove itself a worthwhile decision
“Keep it real’ is my inner dialogue repeat
Likely my ‘real’ will not be welcome in the messy
Mix of whose Righteous shit is the best righteous shit
Nobody wins in the this kind of back n’ forth
Oblivious to each other’s opinion the rants escalate
Power hungry for the last word drags them all on
Quietly, I let myself grow small and unseen
Relaxing into the wall like I’m the wall itself
Slip out the back door into the flickering night sky
Taking in the fresh clean darkness in silence
Urgency slides into the shadowed light
Vision becomes clear with each step into the night
While I feel the tug of my own rightness dissipate
‘X’ marked in glitter nail polish marks the top of the gate
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