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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