With the rising of the sun
After an impossibly long
And dark night,
My great wandering
Begins.
At home in my body
A nomad is in harmony with All.
When rooted deeply, only the turning
Of the universe
Directs my path.
Scapegoat medicine means
Showing everyone
Everything they would rather not
See
In themselves.
It’s ok for you to be angry at me.
I can take it.
I know that behind the explosive rage is a
Boiling cauldron of grief
And despair.
If you need a blank,
Black canvas
To purge on,
Go ahead,
As long as you take
Your medicine.
