Morning Meds, 11/2/24
Spinning My Wheels
Spinning my wheels in useless repetition.
Clutching beliefs inscribed into the handrail of a merry-go-round called time.
Not wanting to be flung into the dust of disappointment.
I cling in desperation.
These words must be true!
They are my salvation!
Salvation from what?
It’s a question no longer asked.
If my soul is safe, and
this is but another turn on the wheel of life,
then the dangers, once currant, have passed.
I don’t await a judgement of final entrapment,
nor fiery flames to punish improper intent.
No endless darkness of searing pain,
no torment from banished angels.
All that awaits is a continuance of my life
contained in a different bracket of rules.
My consciousness expressed in a costume re-worn.
Resting again in a realm where beginning and end continually combine
in the warmth of non-existent time…
There are times, when after your fear of judgement has passed, that you still have the same knee-jerk reaction you once had when you feel your journey isn’t going as well as you prefer.
Meditative Imagery 