Priorities

There will be a time for cleaning, today is not that day. 

The dishes can wait.

The sweeping won't happen. 

The bed will not be made. 

There will be a time for primping, but today is not that day. 

My hair will stay messy and matted; my face will be beautifully blotchy; remnants of yesterday's mascara will colour outside the lines and paint my skin like the backdrop of a starlit sky.  

Today there is a reserved sign on my heart that only my soul can occupy. 

I will write words with magic and create with carefree delight. 

I will open ancient eyes and remember wisdom in my bones. 

I will marvel at the modern day mystic moving through my veins. 

I will surrender to a primal pulse in alignment with the cosmos. 

I will tremble in awe at the majesty of my ancestry. 

I will whisper words of freedom into the portal of my soul. 

There will be a time for cleaning, but today is not that day.  

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