I awakened from one dream into the next,
Peeling away the veil on another layer
Of the illusion of this reality,
Repeating this cycle of tiny deaths
Until I returned once again
To the light;
And all of the wanting,
The suffering and pain of attachment,
Had burned away in the heart-fire;
And I remembered,
Not who I am,
But what I had always been --
The clear, bright light
I heard the World call: ah-aaah!
Bursting through the silence
Of the Great Mother's womb,
From whence the oceans
And all subsequent life
Have been birthed --
The slow, rolling waves
Lapping at the shores
Of this existence,
Embracing me like a warm bath.
"I am a woman,"
Says the curves of these thighs,
Says this skin, soft and supple
As the clouds in my skies.
"I am a woman,"
Says the fire in these eyes,
Fearlessly, they open wide
Despite the secrets that they hide.
"I am a woman,"
Says the beating of this heart,
Says the scars that wrap around it
From the times it's torn apart.
"I am a woman,"
Says this unending stream of love
That connects you, wrapped up in these arms,
To the Heavens up above.
"I am a woman,"
Says every cell of this Earthly form
Until I return to the androgyny
Of the God from which I'm born.
This body is a house of fire
Burn the walls from the inside
Flesh melt off these bones
Reduce me to the core of this land
Upon which your fingers have danced
To the song of impermanence,
To the blazing of a sun
Nor falling from the sky
Powered by the inifinite
Energy of life
Is this art
How I love you
To put you in a frame
On my wall
Stare for days
At your beautiful mind
Wrap my lips around
The color of your eyes
Brush up against
Your fine lines
It's like magic
The way you dance
Around my existence
Make the world disappear
Carry on, carry on -
There's no need for perfection
Where you're going
You can leave that bag behind.
Travel lightly as you travel blindly
Beyond the preconceived prisons
Of your mind's eye.
Those lies belong to a past life
But you and I -
We transcend the rigid contours
Of those black lines
Etched into white paper.
Evolved and enlightened,
First we are erasers
And then we are the makers,
The creators, the rearrangers,
Magical travelers of the cosmos
Guided by divinity, we are the lone rangers
The life tamers, the risk takers.
Only lost can we ever be found
Feet rooted in Earth,
Head floating in clouds.
Take a look around,
Take another breath in
And without a doubt in your heart
Carry on, carry on flying.
Some days you were shy, hiding behind a veil of gray.
You must have thought I wouldn't see you, but I always did.
The way the water formed borders ever shimmering, teeming with fish.
The pointed hats of saleswomen and their golden loaves of bread
slicing through the horizon.
Soup steam rising from every corner stall, calling me to sit and eat.
Dusty feet, bike tires, motorbikes in constant motion, streets turned rivers, turned streams. Buildings, tall and thin, adorned with carvings and colors that could have been from anywhere, except they weren't.
They were yours.
Joy peered through the crimson panes of her blessed sanctuary, body outstretched across the silken petals of blossoming love. Each exhale escaped her lips a hum, an ode to the ecstasy of Being, breaking the silence that embraced her, faithful, like a lover. She rose and fell as an ocean, birthed again with every heartbeat. She bathed in peace, in light, in stillness, peering as she always did --.
Outside, the crimson tide gave way to rough sea, a tangled mass of sharp blue lines bending like steel in every direction. An indistinguishable prison. Trapped inside, the wild eyes of the one she knew as Sorrow. Wet with wanting, they watched her, as they always did, steady like serpents poised to strike in desperation. Heavy breaths raged like storm clouds, fog on the glass, transient blindness.
Joy did not avert her eyes, and neither did Sorrow. She knew without seeing. He was always there, as long as she was. His piercing eyes crying of the misery of Being. She raised her hand to the glass, fingers trickling condensation into dancing streams. Up and down in sporadic loops, hands wiped the surface clean - Joy's on one side and on the other, Sorrow's, moving in perfect synchronicity.
Palm to palm, locked in gaze, Joy and Sorrow sat in stillness. Joy smiled and somewhere behind the prison lines, she sensed that Sorrow did too. It was in that moment that she realized her unshakable truth - that the pane through which she peered was not a window but a mirror. Sorrow not an other, but a droplet in the same cup of wine, Joy not absolute, but Sorrow set free.
No house, I'm home -
blood, flesh, bone.
Knock down the walls,
there's plenty of room.
Stay the night, stay forever;
Everybody lingers, in
hair and nails on fingers,
Unlock eyes, ears,
valves of the heart.
Get comfortable, don't
mind the mess, always
Home's a work in
DOOMED is a choice. Broken before we're buried, eyes on fire with anger, it's a choice. Blinded, silenced, dosed and left on the sidelines - choice. Cowering, life a night-lined alley, only fear says we're alive, we're making a choice. Powerless is a choice. They don't give us power, they don't take it away, we make a choice. Homeless, penniless, forgotten - you have a choice. Sitting in a classroom, daddy paid the tuition - you have a choice. Stuck on the train, back and forth to work again - you have a choice. Old man, death in the eyes, grandchildren whispering goodbye - you have a choice. Dark skin, light skin, skin covered in blood, thin skin, bruised skin, old and loose skin - you have a choice. It may feel like you don't, but every brick in the foundation of existence is choice. Between every breath is choice; underneath the fingernails, choice; mucus lining the eyes, wet with choice. Let their dark and dirty dungeon be your castle. Let the pain be life. Know that every day the sun shines, sheathed or not in storm clouds. Every day it shines its light. Right now, this time, is your time - make a choice. Be a flashlight. Sticky, oozing, gooey, evil casts shadows - they don't make us hide, it's a choice. Seven billion flashlights don't allow for darkness, flashlights don't hide. Even masked in thunder, even with the night on one side, every day the sun shines. Choose to be an ally. Shine just as bright. You will not be alone, and together we cannot be defeated. Doomed is a choice. I say, "Fuck darkness." I will shine like a light, every second of my blessed life. This is my choice.
Chicago-born citizen of the globe, rich in the things that really matter. Let's get weird.