threshing floor

threshing floor

my beliefs fell
away in an instant
I watched them
flutter
to the floor

four decades
of practice—
wasted?
how would life
work without my
card house?
how to navigate
the unknown
and wide-open
now?

no more praying
to something
outside
or chanting
for peace of mind
even meditation
is not separate
from being, doing
or breath

first rage erupted,
months passing
before angst dissolved
so much wasted time!
then the idea of time
fell away
useful for living
but clearly not true—
a flood of joy

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

I welcome comments and discussion!

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