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I have an angel
made of white light
behind my right shoulder
silent and tall
almost too bright to look at
eyes closed
concentrating so hard
with one hand always resting
on my shoulder
encased in an oven mitt.

She’s here to help
(thank you)
because I’m burning
or was burning
or burned
my whole outer shell off
getting rid of every old thing
all they way down to cinders.

It’s a painful process.

Now I am
a smoldering black and amber
of a me.
My truth still at the core
somewhere in there.
There’ll be this
rising out of the ashes
any day now.
A funny side effect -
I don’t feel like crying any more.

They are all sending
cooling thoughts my way:
chill out
coo-ool, man
chill, chill

I couldn’t help but wonder -
Why start over?
New soul purpose?
New life purpose?
New friends?
I didn’t especially want
a whole new community
but they’re not especially listening
to me
it seems.
A whole new community
means getting rid of the old ones.
Or they got rid of me.
It wouldn’t have happened without my consent
in some form
I keep telling my self.

Would you trade your everyday
for a promised life
of ecstasy?
Do you believe
everything you’re told?
Signs and messages
gifts and
fortuitous accidents
piling up,
the only indication
that there is
an incredible
next door -
also found within.

[updated 10:27 p.m. 11/29/06]

Date: 2006-11-29 07:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] athenais.livejournal.com
I love that image of the angel in the oven mitt, helping a soul with the dross and structures burned away.

A question I ask myself a lot is, would I trade what I have for the uncertainty of untrammeled joy? I don't know the answer, because I don't know everything I'd have to trade.

Date: 2006-11-29 09:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tamiam.livejournal.com
Apparently I traded it in without knowing everything I had to trade. I had taken an inventory (actually been doing that for some time now) recently, and maybe that's all I get in trying to figure it out. Hard to know real answers but I like thinking of her there now.

Date: 2006-11-30 02:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wild-patience.livejournal.com
This was heavenly! You have a real gift as a poet. I appreciate your posting these.

Date: 2006-11-30 06:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tamiam.livejournal.com
I'm glad someone is reading! Thanks for your appreciation.

Date: 2007-01-08 12:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fastfwd.livejournal.com
This is beautiful.

I'm thinking of you. Every day.

Date: 2007-01-19 06:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tamiam.livejournal.com
Thank you. Thoughts like yours help keep me going, and every once in awhile a pome comes out.


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