Myths, treasures, and thunder

...even a prayer

I.

I wanted to write a glorious introduction to the the words I have curated here today.
But all I can seem do is sit under these stormy skies and let the distant thunder roll up spine…and so I shall.

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II.

{prayer}

I want my fear and skin and grasp to soften just enough so that I may receive the stars and fire and love of everything ever into the hollow just beneath my breath where it can live and dance and I can remember exactly where I belong. 

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III.

{apteyk}¹

On the shelf.
In the way back of the Apothecary.²
Is a box.
Slightly bedraggled but oh so tiny it almost disappears in the palm of your hand.
And within.
Is a key.
To what?
I do not know.
The treasure chest it unlocks rests at the base of a ravine accessed only by the path of longing that aches down deep in your belly.

The key, and the box for that matter, are yours.
As is the treasure.
And the landscape that holds it all.
So if you should venture forth.
And unlock the chest.
Please let us know what wonders you find.

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IV.

{mythology}³

Once upon a time.
A long, long time ago.
When the world was very young.
Before seeds were even planted.
Our roots anchored into the mystery.
And though we were not ourSelves yet, we rose, tethered to the grandness of it all.
In ways we can never imagine.
In ways we should never forget.

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V.

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1. apteyk is the yiddish word for Apothecary and the formal, if unused, name of the establishment.

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3. I wrote this a time ago and felt like letting it see the light of day again.