The Fight with the Father, in Her Many Forms

I fought with my father

Even though he was pretty cosmic

He thought it best to limit me

( they all did- the culture of the 50’s)

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Into the jaws of the heart

I married a man

Whose father died before he could fight with him

And lots of stirred up and unresolved energy

Has accompanied his life, but now

There is a new level of awareness ( maybe)

And the fight has a hopeful possibility

Of opening the molecules that require light…

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The true father wants to give it all to you

Even if you have to wrestle his ass to the floor.

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Best Beloved.

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