A BIRTHDAY WISH

Intention, intention, intention

aghast

recast

aforementioned intention to trap attention, to cast

and reanimate invention.

Shadows eternal light casts a web of remembrance within your bones,

within the stones of the land

the crows call,

a tale of the past within the present

awaiting your discovery.

The eternal boundless wisdom available to you 

in this moment, hides behind the curtain

of your own selfish desires.

And yet, here she stands

before you, 

sliding your little butt

into the high chair of your youth-filled mind.

The candle flame of your birthday cake 

wobbling before you glittering eyes,

your swollen heart,

your genderless breath.

The flickering flame of any hope you shall have

and so, you blow.

But despair suddenly sets in.

You,

having the hopeless, helpless, realization…

“I forgot to make a wish”

but

“No worries my darling” she gently and adoringly 

whispers, as she gazes upon her despairing child,

for

she knows you’ve forgotten, she ensures you,

“you may still have your wish”.

but what is your wish?

An image flickers into your mind

an oversized sack filled to bursting…

“Santa’s sack can only hold so much…”

And then the thought,

the deep desire welling up from your heart,

A craving, 

to stave off the hordes of demanding demons

whose only desire is to capture your attention

and make it their own.

A desire to set aflame the Will-subverting click bait gremlins

whose slimy bellies vibrate with pleasure

as the tip of your finger slowly caresses…

A wish for the realization of your highest potential

A wish for the recognition of you claiming 

the almighty power of your own awareness.

A wish for you, standing naked, 

in the desert, open air surrounding, shackles unbound

lying at your feet, thankfully forgotten

YOU

your head held high to the sun

the beginning of a journey

an empty slate

a single step into the shadow of your own mystery.