Calling In

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Calling In

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If you see the daybreak

but cannot walk out of the cave,

if you are still feasting on small beetles and cave-moss

instead of apples and mushrooms, how far really

does your sight go? Far, winning yourself

a legacy but not far enough to be more than

a story told.

 

How do you collect the emptiness and make a stone,

a salvation, carved with a celestial roof and sturdy ground?

 

Beg for movement – ask to drink from the cup today –

to perch on the hillside, walk down

the hillside and greet the blessing

like an open-hearted child, running

full speed into your arms.

 

Take more than symbols, signs, tarot and spells.

Lick the forehead of love, taste the salt

on your tongue, gently covering folds and creases.

Stay in the glory, tangible, building, connecting.

 

The deck is clear. Hatch the egg.

Search the upper rooms,

carry your bed to the second floor, welcome in

the seductive sweetness, invite it to climb your steps.

First, shedding its secrets, single in its carnal commitment.

Then, feeding your body with its gravity and resolve.

 

 

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© 2018 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “BlogNostics” January 2019

https://blognostics.net/blognostics-an-innovative-experience-in-literature-poetry-and-art/2019/01/29/calling-in-by-allison-grayhurst/

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