this embodiment business
note to self

you may not accept it, but
you are a condensation
of consciousness, a blaze
of light radiating everywhere—
although you can trust
me on this, don’t—

look for yourself, a wiser
plan—make it your own
it’s easier to remain awake
than awaken from trance
so once you catch the inkling
—the flash that kindles the rim

of your understanding—be
unflinching, stand square
allow your world to turn
inside out, a breathing Möbius
strip—unfolding has its own
propulsion and will not stop

truth extracts a price—it
requires all of your yearnings
your attachments, and your
misunderstandings to be seen
through and unbound—then you
may enter the marrow of love

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—they may never turn into anything more or they might flower.