" Something I'm working on, a possibly helpful spell to cast on yourself in adverse environments... Maybe a self compassion spell that might invite the ancient intelligences in their minute plurality to emerge from the tree line.

I am alright
in the essenceless
stream of becoming
I apprehend myself
actually dancing
with amazing terror
while driving
the shy and alone animal body
itself imagining the breathing
maze of dreaming
mirrors it dreams
itself lost in
No one could be
expected to do this
properly
your body in its
suchness momentarily
in paradise dreaming
up all this
agonic psychic
carnivalia all over
again
"as the words rain down"
like the feathers of birds
of paradise that
heartbreaking
in their naked
individuality
and that incalculably
fine, impossibly
necessary to some
really friendly abyss
you never expected
when you were
that person
sentenced to the futures
your bad moods
subjugated you to
endless hotel hallways
the room numbers
in no order
realizing you will
never find yours again
and that you must
never stop
searching
laughing like an infant
in a bathtub
to enjoy the evanescent
cartoon pandemonium
of awareness while
having kinds of
relationships
We do fine
with our sentience
for the most part.
Thanks anyway.
Void yet appearing
overthinking sometimes. "

― Richard Cronshey