Influence

Shall I boast of my backward ways?
I walked away from sex and romance
sought a calling instead of a living
left wealth to walk simply in the richness of want
but Lord, you know it’s a hollow boast that wants to claim payment for suffering
forgive my deep arrogance the one that judges on false knowledge
the one that feels owed.

Influence. Secretly we all want power. I know this desire in me shows up as a series of metaphors. I think I am a ninja-pirate-warrior princess-rock star-mystic from some desert. In writing this I laugh at myself.

Yet I recognize that all of this is possible even though I’m not from a literal desert and I will never rob on the high seas. It’s attitude. It’s asking myself what kinds of choices would this character make. It’s acting informed by this knowledge.

I would love to know what other peoples’ metaphors are. It’s the mystic, the wild haired poet prophet in me, that wants to relate on a metaphoric plain.

Oh man! now I want to find some sweet robes and a hood.