1000 Broken Vows

After 1000 broken vows

We will rise again.

I promise.

Surrendering to the Mystery

of knowing and not knowing,

we finally understand

that we will not

do everything

we say we will.

This confession

should feel like a relief.

We have transcended

getting it right

when we finally get it

that we won’t.

We can let ourselves off

our own meat hooks;

when we finally know,

that integrity, comes and goes.

Perfection is over-rated.

One fine day

in the middle of the night,

our truths lined up single file

andwent out for a midnight spree

and then didn’t come home.

And we woke up truth-less.

Then it is time to begin again.

Better that the heart

be broken 1000 times,

than never open at all.

My job is to wipe the fevered brow

of our restless creative musings,

not demolish the hospitals

that house our sicknesses.

Though, I do dream

of revolution for breakfast.

This is my truth:

I have no idea what is going on.

I only know that we must create

and keep on creating no matter what.

Before the mending with red thread.

First, the breaking open.

Vow 1001 ~ I have been waiting for you.

Shiloh Sophia

Shiloh Sophia Studios