Innerdialects

December rears and revs! Leaves pregnant with mist, they ask to be seen. There are messages from another territory:

the dew, a neighbors’ tears, a vendors smile. Woman in gold blouse with ruby lips, and broken eyes. Man in dead voice. Trees, cars, tables in this maddening crowd turning turning like seasons of our soul. Are we creative, are we conned into being confused monkeys with tails tucked in our brains-

Nah I’m creative cuz am the footprint of the Creator. Cuz of you too my friend, reading this, from terrain I may never meet, or even know in this life. Cuz we are at this very moment spinning sideways in attitude – latitudes we cannot touch, breathing air we cannot see,

Bloodied by streams of a thousand quadrillion family trees, an inter mingle of races that race in our teeth:

what are we : Created

helpless against a Creative power that screams recognition but we hang It in our hatracks like winter coats, used when cold, when the draft is unbearable, or foreseen as. We accept our Creative addresses when no ones looking or

attribute it to a degree, a college relay, a torch we carried when we were 20, maybe? We deny our Creation cuz it takes away our control over how this spins.

But

all the earth is a little quarter drop in a celestial bucket. Looka this. Look at us. Fabulous even in our bruised jeans. Look at us in our contempt of sacred Heart in our jugular. Look at us, distorting our mysteries with flat denials of creative summons. We host “creative control” blog banners, we are content creators. That much is ‘relatable’. We are gods. We kill with our tongues any that dare our room dividers, our purdahs and our blindness.

So I’m creative because am created. Because as each year wraps to leave and never return, am nudged by a Heartbeat I ache to physically touch: the Heart of my Creator. Every morning I lean at Him. Say His name: go still in His Messages. As against the Dread Lines of the world. I choose Him. Not any else. Not any else. Cuz none else met me. None else knows me like I really am in here, beside these billions of us somehow conned into behaving like masters of the universe.

Dailyprompt 2163