It sits on my shoulder whispering into my ear,
a nasty little incubus demanding attention.
When I listen
I let in its dark soul.
It implants a miniscule prick,
stretching into a pockmark,
blossoming into a funnel.
Swirling in blackness,
I find myself partnered, tangoing with the brute,
not dancing with rapture but
bellowing through the vulgar din.
The specter’s salacious grip,
I must resist
for when the volatile whirling stops,
when the bravura stills,
I’m abandoned with my feet planted in the muck,
breathless from the melee.
I can stay.
It is manageable when the bedlam subsides.
Warm, just a bit beyond comfortable.
Gloom soothing for the eyes,
but awkward to focus.
Quiet, granting for the wearisome
undercurrent roar of my darkened thoughts.
I must subjugate the demon, this ego.
Thrive in the light where clarity is defined in the brilliance of balance.
Frolic in truth and gallivant with veracity.
Perch where there is ice and heat and temperate breezes.
And attend to the silence of the morning snow,
or the roar of the game or the comfort of His voice.
This ego must be tamed.
Hatred will forever demand patience.
Hurt will always cry out for soothing.
Righteous nagging will require gentling.
But when the ego is charmed,
the swirling vortex will rest, voices will rejoice,
and there will be dancing.
December 28 – Achieve
What’s the thing you most want to achieve next year? How do you imagine you’ll feel when you get it? Free? Happy? Complete? Blissful? Write that feeling down. Then, brainstorm 10 things you can do, or 10 new thoughts you can think, in order to experience that feeling today.
(Author: Tara Sophia Mohr)