Tasked to explain
The unexplainable
Talk to the dead
The way that I do
Spirit always speaks
Harsh realities
Too harsh to write
My wanting
To spare you
The suffering of growth
The truth is
Love and light
Are trendy words
Not much more
The spiritual facade
Grows with each day
The rugs on the wall
The incense in a bowl
The quick tarot cards
The crystal collection
You do not need it
These items of material
Less important than you
More important is you
And how your mind is
Is it crammed full
Accumulated clutter
Scrolling social media
Absorbing more garbage
Instead of working
Through the hard stuff
Remaining distant
From the discomfort
Healing hurts
Opening wounds
Scars on our psyche
Invisible to others
Yet pulsing and painful
We try our best to ignore
Until you can’t ignore it
In the stillness
That silent place
Is the quiet place
We communicate
Spirit is unable to yell over
These loud internal voices
Worrying about the past
Worrying about the future
Spending time scrolling online
Accumulating others’ energies
Disconnect sometimes
Remove the thick blanket
Woven around your eyes
From fabric derived of
Societal constructs and more
These things
Are not you
These things
Made you, you
To become the observer
Observing and understanding
The position you’re in
The position we’re in
We are more connected than you think
Spirit has gathered
In a once empty room
Pleading with me now
To relay messages to you
You will feel when they talk
You can see if you try to
In this room I created
That lives in my mind
This room has an “OPEN” sign
Your guides are there, too
Waiting
Knowing
That you’re getting there
Until you can speak spirit
Let me translate for you
Because spirit is loud
Yet surprisingly subtle
And until I can tell you
Exactly what that means
I’ll write poems
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