Originally posted 2/10/2012.
A whisky master says,
“I suck the tongue of truth
from the pit of every glass.”
A wine master says,
“This sweetness burning within
pushes my eye toward Heaven.”
A pothead prays
in riddles,
grinning at the answers.
Whatever we do to stone ourselves
revives within us the kick
we last used in the womb.
We fight toward
what’s out there,
though we have never seen it.
We reach for it. We may not be
steady, we may not be
completely sane.
We may not even be right
when we clamor that it is
all we need — but still
we go for it, kicking free
of our bindings, punching
toward rebirth.
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February 20th, 2016 at 4:00 pm
love it! Some people call it born again…….in my experience it’s been
;
“born again, and again, and again,” but more like recurring deaths and resurrections.
I am definitely hoping for another resurrection after the last two weeks waiting for surgery on a broken humerus, cracked shoulder ball and rotator cuff torn loose.
Glad I managed to stop by to see this before disappearing back into Dante’s hell.
Keep on keepin on. i’ll enjoy catching up when I have a right hand and arm again.
(I did enjoy the expression on the very young nurse’s face when I responded to her asking sort of dismissively if I used recreational drugs?
“Not yet. But a rocky mountain high is sounding more and more appealing right now.”)
February 21st, 2016 at 3:52 am
Oh, wow, Eileen. I hope this is resolved quickly and you are back to normal soon. Have missed you round here — get better!
February 19th, 2016 at 7:31 pm
This is utterly brilliant! !!
February 19th, 2016 at 7:37 pm
I’m utterly overwhelmed by that. Thank you.
February 19th, 2016 at 7:42 pm
The best piece of writing i have read in a long time! Well done!
February 19th, 2016 at 7:45 pm
Again, my thanks.
February 19th, 2016 at 6:50 pm
Wow, I love this, what a great idea and wonderfully executed.👌
February 19th, 2016 at 6:53 pm
Thank you very much.