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Whatever works


Whatever works


Somedays you are like

WTF

and beyond that


and even abbreviations

millennials

made up.


For lack of

(better?) worl(d)s

describe perfectly


how you feel.


And you remember

all the madness

and dancing on the edge of a knife


wondering

who is crazy


and what is “real”.


Not get good ,

fun crazy


the not so good kind.


But then you remember the Harf

the Viking Queen played.

And the waves of the Ocean


and the stillness

of the Present

Moment


that you can be

sure


is the most

Real thing

there is


and you decide

to set your sail

in that


Direction,


And you pray

To God and all the gods

and greet the Fae

the hidden folk


and all the hues


of the Great Goddess


and simply

allow

LIFE


to take


over.


And give your

tired,

beaten


self


a slack.


Rest little one.


The Battle is over.

You “lost”

Life won


and now you can finally

sto


fighting.


It just migh


work.


As for the Real Fight;

It was never about winning.

It was just training.


You were just meant to keep fighting.

Long enough


to allow yourself


to stop.


Valhalla is waiting.

The One eyed nods.


And the rest...


Sit by the well of Wyrd,

hear what Mimir has to say

let Freya do her magic


and smile at the Thunderer


the GAME IS


ON!




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