Posted by susan47 on April 19, 2006, at 10:29:56
because
I did it again, therapy-by-phone ...This damn life,
this life of mine,
that life of yours,
his life, over there ....
hers,
too .. so blessed, she is,
we all think we want to be her.
We all think, Sex with him must be
mind-blowing
awesome, incredible ... soft,
touchable ... hard and soft,
hard and soft ... all the realizations
we come to about ourselves,
everything we feel and think,
everything he's validated in us,
and made to feel whole and sacred
where before,
well
Before, it was dirt
Scabby.
Unholy. Thou art .. nothing but a piece of me,
a piece of my ego ... this is your father talking.
Ssshhh.
No more, old man.
No wonder.
The heart's been shut up,
Sealed, locked, and bound.
but bleeding still
... bloody heart ...
the blood is oozing out of the box,
now.
Now.
The box is opening, the blood is gushing out
the door is open now
and the heart stands alone,
pure and shining and THE BOX DISAPPEARS
the box goes,
Poof!
and nothing is there now but
an image,
a soul is coming,
a grey materializing form,
a focus for myself,
the heart is golden now,
and arteries and veins are
being attached,
and it beats in me,
and it turns from gold
to flesh-colour
to absolute Love.
poster:susan47
thread:634765
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