Conversation with Vickie Spray, 8/26/24.

Sacred Chalice

Chaos, violence, pestilence and

Bright white smattering light

Connected between human bodies

Mother Earth, and Spirit

Extremes and juxtapositions

Longing for the beams of bright

Denying, avoiding or resisting

The dark blackness of density

Ushering us into a new time

A New Earth

A Sudden Transformation

That takes its time

Moving slowly across the desert

Slouching towards Bethlehem

Through war, famine, rape

Murder, quenching only slightly

The traumatized authoritarian rulers

Who demand utter loyalty and

Blind devotion, a 

Mockery of Christian values

Make humanity great again?
Humans have always been dark and light

Hungry for food, shelter, sex and 

Power, filling our appetites to the brim

Horrific tragedy and trauma

Flowing over from this sacred chalice 

A biological correction begins

Destroying the old, celebrating the new

The phoenix finally dives toward

The earth, dashing herself into the
Ground only to burn into glowing ashes

To become reborn so differently

Than ever before 

City, not City

City

Opportunities

Fifty years in this city

Wondrous energy

Hard work

Darkness, density

Community

Raising a family

Joy and Stress

Dryness and congestion

Chiggers and allergies

Tired, slowing down

Done

Not city

Bright and sparkly

Freedom and Peace

Expansion of awareness

Fluttering wings

Quiet, humble

Friendly, calm

Dragonflies

Salty wet breezes

Relaxing in a 

New community

Wild Peace

I try both

Lovely, different birds in each

When coming back to city

From not city

I yearn for not city

Feeling city interstate

Nearby, vibrating my bones

Organs, heart and mind

Jostling my spirits and senses

I grow numb in city

Get busy in city

Involuntarily protecting

Myself from all the noise

Crime, traffic, sirens

Concrete hard edges

Roars and monsters

I stay indoors

Only to venture out to see

Trees, plants, gardens

Nature and people

I walk with loving dogs

Who seem to find

Both city and not city smells

Very Interesting

They bark indoors 

Sensing and hearing

The numerous and consistent

Shudderings, frequencies

Sounds of all sorts

Ghosts, hardships

Poverty and longings

Politics and chaos

People and critters

Rats, chipmunks, mice

Rattling around

(or am I projecting?)

My heart, body, mind, and

Soul are nurtured best 

In not city

(used to be in city

not so anymore)

I need to return to not city

Soon to remember and

To reconnect to

Who I am

There 

Where and how

I want to be