I don’t feel like writing
At least not from that place I usually do
For all that has passed between the Inside and Out must be accounted for
Books will have to be reconciled
Accounts receivable and those owed need attention
My Internal Revenue Service has called me in
Hundreds and thousands of transactions
What did I profit? What have I lost?
Good and Bad, opposite sides of the same coin
A medium of exchange, but not the currency of the Soul
The bureaucrats tally as I struggle to explain with no paper-trail
There is currency now in my words
They create a lasting record
A new Order will be created
New precepts will provide the foundation
A new government will arise
Not based on the Dialectic
Hegel understood but only in part
Now Integration, Re-creation, and Consummation
The bedrock cleared and cornerstones laid
Behold, a New thing
Yet even so, old accounts must be settled
Great post. You don’t cease to amaze me.
I love it… Awesome write <3 You're so talented.
I wonder if something is wrong with my WordPress as well because others are able to like your post…
I didn’t know what i was doing when i started this thing. I ended up with a “self hosted” blog. It seems that limits some of the wordpress stuff. thank you for saying that. All of this is still very new. Hearing myself read the stuff was weird to me and made me shy. I thought it was stupid but decided to do it anyway because the reason Im here in the first place was to put it out there and see what happens. So far all that has happened is that I grin alot (like a boy) when talented and gracious people like you encourage me. Thank you so.
You’re welcome 🙂 Did I tell I love your voice 🙂
I’m grinning again 🙂 it fun to me so will keep doing it and play. Thank you for playing with me
No need for shyness. Great !
There really is a currency in your words. Great post.
You are a most gracious lady. Thank you. Did I understand that you are in Africa? I spent a year there (Zimbabwe which I know is a long way away) in 1983-84. I was 18-19 years old. They would call me Babba now because I am old but I still remember and love the place. I have kept up with Zimbabwe over these long years. She has had a difficult time. I am enjoying getting to know you through your work.
Yes Ive seen the other side. I wrote about it in the pool story. It can be tormenting to see the other side and not be able to live there.
I must have missed that one. Will have to go read it.
Well Lordy! Not everything you write is going to be hearts and flowers. Life is messy, plain and simple, with a little bit of love and beauty thrown in from time to time. If anyone should know that, you should in your line of work.
My head understands but my heart was desperate for the stories to be true somehow. I needed them to be true. I became very good at helping others believe.
I absolutely hate paperwork and anything to do with it. Cant believe I wrote something about the IRS and accounting. Very very not romantic or beautiful. Was a new thing. That’s a part of me I don’t like. A weak undeveloped side of me.
That’s an awesomely deep poem, and what a unique way to explain the “re-creation” you feel like you’re going through.
A medium of exchange, but not the currency of the Soul
The bureaucrats tally as I struggle to explain with no paper-trail
There is currency now in my words
They create a lasting record
A new Order will be created
We all come to that time of reckoning as we wake up from our stupor and move deeper into the last parts of our life. It’s a blessing that you found your soul has a currency of its own.
Thank you for reading it. That one hurt, my friend. It might for a minute. But we shall endeavor to Stay Groovy
I enjoyed your story. What you write feels grounded. I mean that in the most positive way you could take it plus some. The stuff I write sometimes seems to be floating somewhere. The cobblestone street you described is something to walk on.