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Gratitude

Light bends along a distant path

And makes the foreign home.


Corkscrews unbraid bottles of wine 

To soak the silky loam.


The present folds in on itself

And sands the edges smooth.


The rainbow crosses lines unknown 

The spirit’s course to soothe.


Obscurity is not my game

Though history’s not yet written.


My love goes deep

And broad

And high

So long ago that bug hath bitten.


When it all makes sense it’ll be too late.

When it all makes sense, it’s over.


Live now, My Love

Live here

In grateful penitence.

Inhale the fresh-mown clover.

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The Folly of Hate

by Sigrid E. Mortensen

© 2023

You don’t have to hate a thing

To let it go.

You don’t have to wait for the shirt

To fall into tatters in the closet

Or the leftovers to sour

And gather thick layers of mold

In the deepest recesses of the refrigerator.


You don’t have to hate a thing

To let it go.

You don’t have to rail against the home

Or the job

Or the relationship

That you once adored

But have long since outgrown.


You don’t have to find every fault in a thing

To rationalize bidding it adieu.

You can acknowledge 

Simply

That it no longer fits

That desire for it has faded

That it no longer quite suits your current

Living

Appetites.


Just as it is not necessary

To stuff a body to revulsion 

Before deciding to stop filling it with food,

So is it unnecessary

To feed on distaste for where you are

To get to where you want to go.


We humans seem to believe

That we must build a case

Argument by argument

Stacked solid and uncrackable

For leaving something behind.

We must have reasons.

There must be logic.

It must be possible for everyone else to see

And confirm 

Our conviction.

They must all agree that we were in the right

To make a change in our world.


We somehow think that hate greases the hinges

Of the exit door

That it makes the opening wider.

But hate is a poor lubricant.

It grows old

And rancid 

And sticky

And soon the door won’t swing.


What we often fail to see is that

In hating a thing

We bind ourselves the closer to it.

We sew threads of energy as strong as steel

From us to it and back again

One stitch more for every 

Justification

Then wonder why we cannot shake the thing

For years to come,

Instead revisiting the trauma 

That we ourselves have created by

Regularly traversing 

Every strand of hate.


It is not necessary to hate a thing

To let it go.

No, in fact

The silicone spray that glides the path of true releasing

Lies in gratitude

In blessing

In love.


Thank your Leaving Thing.

Thank it for its role in your life.

Appreciate its contribution to your journey.

Remember the love

The hope

The promise you felt for it

Once

At the beginning

And send it on its way with sincerest desire

That it serve

In good stead

Another.

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Invitation

By Sigrid E. Mortensen

© 2023


I invite the Self That I Am

To climb down the staircase from my mind

And peer out the windows of my eyes.


I invite the Self That I Am

To sink deep into this body

To feel the weight of it

The truth of it

Pressed against this chair.


I invite the Self That I Am 

To turn its attention 

Gently 

Away from words once spoken

And words yet to speak

And listen instead

To the sounds in the air that breathes me.


The Self That I Am

Yearns to experience Life

Real Life, not

Life Imagined or

Life Remembered

But Life as it is Lived in the Now.


I invite the Self That I Am

To feel this pen in my fingers

And this paper

Smooth

Beneath my hand

And the ever present Joy of this

One moment

That strings like a pearl to the next

And the next

Each uniquely shimmering

Distinct from the one that precedes it

Or the one to follow

But none less achingly beautiful.


The more I issue the invitation

The more it is accepted

The more the worries

And the regrets

Fall away

And I am left with

Giddy gratitude for the

Perfection

Of What Is.

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