Breath took away from me,
My peaceful fragility,
Locked inside a lung box,
Trapped inside tryin’ to unlock.
Turn the key, twist tightly,
Break it off, not lightly,
Opening with a permanence,
Releasing chain resonance,
Let go of breathless dependence,
Allowing this brain rinse.
Cleansing a clinging pattern,
Running rings around me like Saturn,
I release into the atmosphere,
this rocky edifice of broken fear.
Broken down by conviction,
spiraled into orbit for protection.
Correction made,
protection double-played.
Barriers between me and what spiraled out,
not something to tough out.
Breathe through.
Look into.
Fragmented self floating far away,
pointellized sky describing the way
of this patterned being.
It’s the unseen I’m seeing.
Ghosts of consciousness,
an emperor without dress,
this cyclical self-repartee,
every moment groundhog day.
Seeing my shadow prolong the winter,
watching consciousness splinter.
Feeling like there’s no way forward,
lost in clutter I’ve ignored,
Parts of me I’d rather not be,
Parts of me I refuse to see.
Visions of a faithful caress,
Creating a need, when I need less,
Fear built around a crutch,
boxing me in from outside touch.
Trapped in my own conviction,
Allergic to my intention,
Sentries surround my fortress,
Protecting me from perceived stress.
Parental Advisory caught up,
living a lie about to erupt,
Until it happened – breaking the seam,
Bursting out of my confinement dream.
Grandma spoke to me of creation,
freeing God from sedation,
allowing Him to work it through,
pushing me to undo.
Emptying mind of previous hosts,
Seeking out the ancient ghosts,
That created the current situation,
looking to a new form for creation.
So I decided to know what to delay,
I decide to live in this world like I pray,
creating what I want and not what I see,
thankful, as creation works through me.
-Archie Underwood 2005
Lung Box
Death took away from me,
My peaceful fragility,
Locked inside a lung box,
Trapped inside tryin’ to unlock.
Turn the key twist so tightly,
Snap off that key not lightly,
Opening with a permanence,
Releasing chain resonance,
Let go of breathless dependence,
Allowing this brain rinse.
Cleansing a clinging pattern,
Running rings around me like Saturn,
I release into the atmosphere,
this rocky edifice of broken fear.
Broken down by conviction,
spiraled into orbit for protection.
Correction made,
protection double-played.
Barriers between me and what spiraled out,
not something to tough out.
Breathe through.
Look into.
Fragmented self floating far away,
pointellized sky describing the way
of this patterned being.
It’s the unseen I’m seeing.
Ghosts of consciousness,
an emperor without dress,
this cyclical self-repartee,
every moment groundhog day.
Seeing my shadow prolong the winter,
watching consciousness splinter.
Feeling like there’s no way forward,
Getting lost in clutter I’ve ignored,
Parts of me I’d rather not be,
Parts of me I need not see.
Visions of a faithful caress,
Creating a need when I need less,
Fear built around a crutch,
Boxing me in from outside touch.
Trapped in my own conviction,
Allergic to my intention,
Sentries surround my fortress,
Protecting me from perceived stress.
Parental Advisory caught up,
living a lie about to erupt,
Until it happened – breaking the seam,
Bursting out of my confinement dream,
Grandma spoke to me of creation,
freeing God from sedation,
allowing Him to work it through,
pushing me to undo.
Empty my mind of previous hosts,
Seeking out the ancient ghosts,
That created the current situation,
looking to a new form for creation.
So I decided to know what to delay,
I decide to live in this world like I pray,
creating what I want and not what I see,
thanking the creator as creation works through me.
-Archie Underwood 2005
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So, this piece is a story about growing up with asthma. My parents did everything they could as far as helping me with it. An East meets west approach. Our entire family went Macrobiotic and cut out gluten and dairy. It was strange growing up that way. I also went to an acupuncturist who helped me out a lot and became my first mentor. She was awesome.
My grandmother was a Christian Scientist and believed that God’s love heals all. She didn’t go to doctors and let nature take it’s course. She inspired me to know that my allergy induced asthma could be gone if I really wanted it to and if I asked for God’s assistance. One day I chose to be done with it. I started eating dairy and since have had no issues to speak of.
This was one of my first experiences of taking control of my life and challenging a reality that had been handed to me.
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