Habitus

the sum total...all the habits of body emotion thoughts = Habitus

I woke on a third of a ring, on my third spin on the circle of gods. It was the winter Jupiter kissed Saturn on the Solstice. Torrential rains flooded the trenches I urgently dug, in wet windy dark nights, to save the furnace.  Laying in exhaustion, in the mud, I saw the landscape of my life, lights of memories, incidents, accidents, actions, habits in spheres of body, emotions, and thoughts over time-spaces of this life I inhabit.  The light, blended with a sharp coherence into the rainbows of springs vaulting clouds of gentle mist and rains. Everything is different and fresh, balloons of illusions popping like bubbling waves on a pebbled shore. I am able now to bend over and pick the rocks under my feet, to see crystals of a will, that grows and slowly moves through existence into eternity. 

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

I feel like this is a kind of epiphany….having gone through life thus far, a struggle a series of mishaps…you are now cleansed of this prior life and and new one is about to transform you into the ability to see “ crystals”, “balloons of illusions….” I loved this write.
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[albee]

it was an epiphany for me...i woke... and embraced old age.

[Betty Hermelee]

good for you, welcome to the club!!!

[barleygirl]

This is wildly inventive & fun to read! This reminds me of a time when a big storm caused water to flood our basement & my sister's book & papers were down there. She was heartbroken by this, but she kept a stiff upper lip about it. I would love to write so outside-the-dots as this! (((HUGS)))

[albee]

i tried so hard to write lines, rhymes, and rhythms...
those poems were dreadful. I let go and just squeeze my thought into as few words as i can find.