I receive
without questioning
or worrying
Tag: letting go
A Lokean Devotional Vignette
“It hurts too much, Loki.”
“Because you feel like it’s all yours to fix.” His words trickle down my mind.
“Your body, your back and shoulders, are bearing more than is yours to bear.”
“I don’t know how not to.” Anger singes my admittance.
He continues lighting matches in me.
“Not only is it not all yours to bear, but you were trained, conditioned, to carry it all until you believed it was your responsibility to.”
“But why?!”
“Well, you are the one bearing it. You tell me.” His face inches from my own.
“Because they just didn’t want to. They made me responsible so that I would for them.”
“Yes,” he says nonchalantly, as if he’s had this conversation often in other shapes and forms.
“How do I stop being responsible for it all?”
“Be a little less responsible for others and a little more responsible for yourself first, and see what that feels like.”
“Become like them?”
“No. Your version of responsible is so extreme-ended that if you were to be a little less responsible, it would balance out as regular.”
I break into laughter.
He smiles.
the trees rustled and whispered
let it go
let it go even though you don’t know
let it go
A Lokean Devotional Vignette
“Clear your mind. Rest with me. You’ve been terrified for too long. You can’t remember what it feels like to be held without expectation.”
Loki’s words cut through my trembling, gentle and warm.
“There are so many cords here. So many to cut at once. You need to be willing to let go of your end of the cords.”
No longer a puppet for puppeteers.
red nights
grown cold inside
limerence dies
so quietly
i cut the sky into shapes
jagged pieces crash to earth
i scoop up the tenderest parts
taking nothing else
but love
Judgment burns down my insides
Layers part, break light
secret opens the door
I love fire’s way
Goodbye, she kissed
Hello, strange love
where haven’t you been
I let go.
Quartz facets
speak.
I gather each voice
quietly.
Release.
Golden honey glowing,
a light draws me forward.
I run into the sunshine,
the starshine,
the moon,
wide open.
I reclaim myself
from lying too long
in the cracks
that were you and I.
Daisies grow.