Head bumps and Rug(ged) Wisdom!

I am pacing about my
living room, lamenting
through my pain,
objecting my worries
resisting humanity.
Why is life such a chore!
Won’t these unwanted moments
just hurry up and be no more?

THUD!! The next moment,
I tripping on my Turkish rug
hit my head hard,
on the teakwood floor
thank goddess!
for the holy weave of emptiness
dyes onto my forgetful core
and I laugh loudly,
sprawled on all fours!

”This is what transformation
feels like!”, says the sheep's wool!
”Life IS transformation!!
Then why the fuck be
in such a hurry to get through your
one precious life, you fool???”

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Writer’s Notes:

Based on true events of my life.
Yes, I am also surprised
that sheep’s wool can teach and talk!
And my head, the floor, the carpet
and life are doing very well!
thanks for the concern dear reader!

I use the phrase ‘your one precious life’ with a deep bow and ode to the amazing Mary Oliver.

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