Karma Affirmation Cistern Don’t Be Afraid Keep Going Toward the Horror BY GABRIELLE CALVOCORESSI
Remember how you didn’t fall yesterday even though you thought you would? Life can be like that all the time if you let it. Remember all the balance beams and the room full of stuffed animals at the children’s hospital? How scary it was and always dark? It was meant to be comforting but you knew better and survived it. That gauntlet of stuffed animals leading to the physical therapy room. So long ago. When you learned it’s okay to hold out your hand and help someone up. No matter what the factory or the nurses tell you. A good thing to remember is that life is an equal amount of doughnut shops and roadkill every day. And if you see the deer get hit you can call the tiger rescue group and the deer will become tiger food. Sometimes the things that matter to you won’t matter to anyone but you. And that’s redemption. The poem that means nothing to anyone but you. Like how your life was. Like your bones that you kept safe and the meatloaf you hid in the corner of your mouth so it wouldn’t get stolen off your plate. It is true that sometimes you want to take the food off other people’s plates. Let that sink in and then remember it’s okay. To know you’re part craven smuggler. Part thief. Maybe if you know your animal. I mean really know your animal. You won’t become a builder of factories or slave ships. Maybe instead of building a ship somewhere in your body you just let yourself feel the pain and humiliation. No need to make it beautiful for some future reader. Just say how much you wanted to hurt someone like you got hurt. And then just watch that for a while. It’s okay to feel horribly ashamed. Best not to look away. The gate to joy is past the factory and past the reader and maybe it’s past your last breath on this planet. There’s nothing you can do about it. You come from the cistern of brutality and hunger. You are the resonator. Just breathe.
on October 3, 2025, 17:11:56