A heart full of Christ’s blood
A liver saturated with the piss of Dionysus
A mind that flashes back and forth
between a faithful love of light
and the temptations calling from the darkness
There are angels soaring in the heavens
but there are snakes down here in the grass
A desperate search for higher truth
A crashing tide of little white lies
A body with legs that can walk
all day and night toward the siren
or
A body with a bruised and broken back
lacking the strength to rise out of bed
A womb with promises of new karma
A grave that yawns with a final seduction
A silent meditation on the path toward peace
A violent world that cannibalizes its own flesh
A fiery halo adorning the crown of ascended masters
A rag of salt for thieves with wounded hands
There is always a fresh hope in the next step
but there are always new challenges that lie ahead