Picking up messages from the universe.
I want to spend my days tuning in,
only tuning in.
But static of the everyday gets in my way,
drowning out the signals,
sucking my time like 
a vacuum finding dog hair in the corner. 

Wait, you say.
Be patient. 
It’s unfolding as intended. 

But it hurts. 
It hurts. 
It hurts, I say. 
How can I wait?

The chorus of your soul
vibrates across the cosmos.
Your whole body is a receiver
waiting for you to tune the dial.

Didn’t you hear me? 
It hurts! 

Dig into the pain. 
Bask in the murk and the mire.
Wear it on your skin like a tattoo. 
Let it sink in through your pores.
Settle into your bones.
Be of this world.
And write your way beyond it—
to the stardust and light 
you were born of.

But first, be of this place.