When it seems a blur…
and opinions mar the sunshine…
Nearly puritanical rolls right into politics like a tank. Runs right up the Supreme Court steps, aiming to crush any past legislation dealing with the vagina.
It roars up a governor’s sleeve and almost makes her vice president. It incubates in puddles, waiting to hop a ride on the next band wagon of discontent. It pickets on street corners, lifts its nose to snub in church, supercilious.
Nearly puritanical drops its adverb, grabs a microphone, pounds the pavement, rolls into any crowd waiting to be swayed by its own austere roots. Puritanical is stitched into long hemlines and heavy stockings, wants to order the whole world to its image.
No sex before marriage. No marriage if you’re gay. Treatment for the aberration of same sex activity, no birth control. no abortion, no matter the circumstance. Puritanical will put you in the stocks of social judgment and denial. Puritanical grins when you squirm, watches for every misbehavior with a close cut fingernail and whispers behind your back.
The results, the goal: upset the apple cart of personal freedoms, tidy up the alleys of so called indecency, keep your knees together no matter what. If you think you can avoid religion and politics, you think you can ignore the puritanical–but no.
Ever present, every ready with a rumor to dismiss logic, to demean the greatest and the least of your sloth, to show you your own wasteful ways. Shunned, you walk the tightrope of fear, wondering if you are a woman without a country, a person with her tongue tied down and her throat chakra red with mis-use.
Step out of the time machine that thrusts little minds into patriarchal madness. Today, make a choice to be true to your inner light, to leave the little minds to compost until they can sprout with strength to honor all peoples on the planet.