I have written poems about rising. It’s a good subject for poets. Isn’t a poem itself a rising? We spend much time revising what we write and what we do.
There are so many good words ending in izing. I could write a whole poem using words symbolizing so much of life - it’s absolutely tantalizing.
I watch and read about all the polarizing. It is a cool oasis lingering here synchronizing my words with my feelings and thoughts realizing the heart of who I really am comprising ways of saying my truth without moralizing.
At times it is agonizing - all this analyzing how I belong and how I don’t if I’ll join others or if I won’t.
I look at that guy Jesus and how so many obsess about his blood and sacrifice all the while not recognizing it’s not so much about our sins and his need to atone as it is about the good he did who he sat with and loved, the seeds he sowed who he stopped to touch on the side of the road.
I find obsessions with power really unappetizing. I’d rather spend my time rising from darkness into light or embracing my sadness, exercising and emphasizing what is energizing. When I do that, it is quite surprising how creative my muse is helping ME to also rise.