This is the part when your mind wants to fight you. I promise it is worth the struggle. I’ve yet to have anyone regret passing through this gate.
An astonishing fire blazes within. You must spill forth this light, or be consumed from inside. This is the sacred act of spark extraction. This is returning to the knowing in your bones.
If that security guard/Were to ask me today/“Little girl are you lost?”/.../The unspoken answer/Would be yes
I was made for breaking. I am built from the raw material of utter destruction, every fissure
bursting with crumpled petition.
My spiritual quest is kind of skewed since I so want our world and lives to have mystical significance. I wrote a poem about it all.
There are times when your heart continuing to beat has to be enough.
Simply being unapologetically Jewish is a political act.
An impossible dreamsong of childhood, of escape, of anything being possible.
