Still

Similar to the way the sun drops into sunset,
stillness is my guide.
The blackened bottoms of my feet,
dusty,
as they carry me to my altar.  

Silence pushes a hum out of my chest, 
as breath swings out my nostrils, 
a lifetime of bloodletting I have waged on my soul. 
Looking for god. 
There’s only god where god is. 
You are just another lifetime of me,
happening in synchronicity.  

The journey to ourselves is
a house of mirrors. 
Packed well with jackals, 
magicians, and shadows,
making it hard to let go.  

Stillness is my guide.
At midnight the moon will arrive
to remind me that upon sunrise
I will face myself again.