i'm listening to sinead singing
"guide me god and i will find you, guide me god and i will find you, guide me god . .guide me god . ."
mercury retrograde lifts today and i'm still so . .
detached.
guide me god.
somewhere there is the pulse of this house. the joy. the buried treasure.
somewhere. i know it must be here.
the joy still unspoken. the glow. the knowing. buried deep but here.
i'll find it. i'll go searching. everything as it should be. remember.
virginia writes in "the haunted house" about "kisses without number."
i look. see ghosts in the mirrors. me, alive, but a ghost.
looking for the pulse. what might make these walls sing. come alive.
i feel
the aching still here within me. the want. all the want.
i know i blazed once.
and i can still. be fire. be all throb and tingle. be enchantment. be spark.
i know i can find the pulse.
the treasure.
and the ghost will fade.
guide me god and i will find
you.
