S.O.T.S (shoveling out the sh*t)

S.O.T.S

(Shoveling out the sh*t, or Tending The Garden of..)

 

This,

a song, playing

does seem to bode well suiting, its message

lyric purpose..

At this hour of ungodly…

pain screaming,

thought spin, turn-toss,

can’t fall back to sleep

again,

the sanctuary soak,

toke, jacuzzi

tub of

Cathedral purification.

jets hot burst,

lactic freeing massage

muscle -memories..

pain.

process..

Send to fade.

 

I know I’ve shades

blue dark,

difficult hue

Love,

that makes a perfect duce.

 

Nothing is created without darkness..

that’s where creation sparks,

Life.

Without care,

anger can scorch, hot

rage,

a fire storm but the soak,

and wallow,

out root.

listen-feel-think-listen-see-learn.

Know

all colors

faceted

reflection hidden

fracture,

allowing light out

refracted  vibrancy in bloom.

 

Ahhhh……

 

release, breathe… let go.

I am.

light as..

this new feather

buoyant,

in water

spirit wash body cleansed view,

Natural-Energy-oil-change

This,

tending the garden

interior to bounds,

spiral out

now

love    grows

shine…

17 suns round.

 

By: Elyse Bontrager

 

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