Higher Power

(Photography: “Feel”, 2015, Polaroid)

On a park bench a lost bag, leftover from when one got tired of using old memories for consolation. Not needed anymore. I’m exhausted yet I can feel much movement under all the unseen. We are sleepwalking heroes in trouble of forgetting. Adrift in the thick of things, although there are so many unearthed totems. We must find our center but we just move on the surface because fuck it gets heavy. My words on repeat, like looping affirmations, “will me, will one to rise above”. This wanting to orchestrate a miracle, to make the planets align, seas part and gardens rise. Ultimately, to bring whatever energy we can muster from within as it simmers beneath. Upwards and onwards, we believe is the impossible feat but it’s never what you think and actually what you feel. You don’t strong arm your way back home. You have to be moved to feel and trust it to lead you. The rumbling is the inevitable awakening that requires a bit of digging. Digging ourselves out is the harder task at hand. Sit in your body, feel your soul and dig deep now. Root out your gifts from the useless and give it up to the world. Give it up, let it go. An excavation of the heart. I keep looking for that big extravagant exit song but the real soaring happens within and what is required is to sit with yourself long enough to listen and be guided. Will you listen? Will you follow? -SEeR