Confession

from Out With Lanterns, a daily poetry practice

I don’t love parties. Unless 
it’s a witchy, candlelit, chanting
gathering under a full moon
with hot tea in lieu of alcohol, 
count me out. I’d rather be home 
thinking. It sounds boring, but 
I cherish nothing more than
sitting in stillness. It’s there
that I remember we’re all 
made of stardust. 
If I am patient enough, 
between thoughts, I can find 
my way back to me, to the soul 
that has been here all along, 
since infancy. When I reconnect 
with that awareness, I am free. 
Access to love, joy, compassion,
and kindness is instant. 
That’s my kind of party. 

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