hard Drive

thinking about how

when a computer

hard drive

is almost

out of space

how it will

start madly spinning

and searching

for any available room

to latch itself onto

just so it can

boot up the system

and function

in the most basic

and essential way

and how this reality

of the machine

underneath my fingers

upon which i am

typing these thoughts

is a mirror

of the reality

of the status

of my Self

the hardness

of my Soul

driving me

to distraction

my Brain buzzing

frantically and frazzledly 

in every direction

desperately seeking

to stave off

any impending sense

of gloom and doom

my Heart huffing

and puffing and pumping 

persistently more powerfully

thumping to keep

those little lipids

of Life from clumping

and dumping my Corpus

down into the Dirt

my Spirit scattered

and tattered and torn

wondering how It

became so worn

down to the Core...

then noticing how 

much stuff

has loaded up

the hard drive(s)

and filled most

every conceivable space

with so many things

from my past...

some that remain

essential and empowering

many others

that reflect seasons

of my Story

saturated with stirring

reasons for me

to hold on

still others

that are simply

taking up space

(you know

what i mean?)

and wondering

how much

of it all

continues to have

a hold on

me?

pondering the WOW...

considering the possibility

of facing my Reality

head on

with headlights

on high beam

a hard drive

through my sentimentality

and sedentary-ality

exploring and excavating

the remnants of unreality

that have kept

my desire to Be

buried beneath

the sedimentary soil

of all the ways

i've conspired to seem

whilst non-existing 

in the haze

of the limelights

a new season

of authentic assessment

of my computer

and my Corporeality

my machinery

and my Mentality

my hardware

and my Heart-wear

my system

and my Spirituality

of mindful remembering

and thoughtful tendering

of my Mind Drive

to discern and determine

which things

to hold on

or let go

which could render

in my Heart Drive

a return to Rhythm

a Peace-full pulsing

with less urgency

to survive

and more resurgency 

to thrive

and my Spirit Drive

less wound up

with strangulating strings

of self-hatredness

compulsing concentrically  

and more bound up

in beautificating Belonging

propulsing perpetually

which brings out

the inherent Belovedness

that sings out

of Us All

hard Driving

Our Way

through the why

beyond the how

into the Hallowed Health

and Wondrous Wealth

of the Sacred Self

in the Eternal NOW.

#Epiphany2022 #RevelationsFromComputerAndCorporealMemories 

('The Ring (Hard Drive Art)', artist unknown)