Get in the car.
Racing around. You're whizzing. I'm whizzing.
I'm falling. You're falling too.
Turn on distraction. That feels better.
On thin ice now. We're cracking, cracking.
We slide over it with blind reaction.
Action! Action, Action.
Collapse. Distraction. Collapse. Distraction.
Insides ache and heartbeat races,
Turn on the lullaby on the radio. Eat the technology and let the car ride rock us to sleep.
While in the drivers seat, hiding behind tinted windows dark in the shadows,
Are the chauffeurs; Fear, Insecurity, Unloving patterns, Pain, Shame, Anger, Hurt, Sadness, Alone, Guilt, Suppression.
I'm stopping this car. I'm getting out.
I want freedom and truth from the inside out.
The doors are locked. Where is the key?
Watching. Watching. Awareness will set me free.
What has distraction blocked me from being able to see?
Looking now with unshielded eyes, as this is the key;
Wow, I never even knew what was inside of me.
I played the game of hide and seek so well.
Olly Olly Oxen Free. I forgot what I was hiding in the roots of my tree.
Twisted, heavy, and rotten not nourishing me.
I'm watching little me.
Watching and trying not to slip into distraction distraction. Gripping my key.
This watching, this feeling is the rockiest scariest part of the ride.
I hear our sister say, “Take courage. Be strong. Keep going. We are guided. We are supported.”
On this road of new perceptions. That challenge every conception.
Olly Olly Oxen Free. Peek-a-boo. Now I see you.
I chose each driver for this class.
I learned and now the lesson is done.
I feel everyone till they are cut into pieces and burned in my fire.
And nothing but the sage smoke remains.
I step out of the car.
My feet on the ground.
Feeling my body, from the inside out.
I’ve shed my snake skin, that old car.
I’m wearing my feathers.
The chiefs are beside me.
My tribe cheers me on.
All is sacred. Wakan Tanka.
Come. Dance with me!