A Recipe

[ninjalie]

When you find
your life
is robed in layers
of lies

undress it slowly
under the sun

let the wind
carry away
all of its harnesses
and all its ornaments

let the rain flood it and flush it
until all thats left
is a concentration of light

a smooth knot of intent

and draw--paint--sculpt
a landscape
inside of you

one with no fog
no hazes
no questions

one that is
open and obvious
like a city made of glass
like a scraggy peak
against an orange sky

harden your consciousness
like an iron bar
and break the arid earth

sharpen yourself
like a knife
and plunge into the sky.

--Cordelia Brown (RIP)