I am
as God
created
Me.
The part
that is
Eternity.
The true Me,
not the one
confined to
this body
nor defined by
human imagery
and idolatry.
Rather,
I am free
formless in
my essence;
a Spirit–
in
of not
this world-
no beginning
nor end.
Just playing
at it
again
and
again.
how do I
adequately
describe
what it feels like
inside
when I look
elephant
in the eyes?
It is as if
elephant
is kin,
as if we share
the
exact
same
skin!
My heart flutters,
a sudden
recognition
it utters
at the
sight of
elephant.
My Soul leaps
as it greets
an essential piece
long buried-
very deep.
A sigh of relief;
the end of a subtle grief;
a mystical reunion
is of what I speak
when
elephant
and I
meet.
Have never traveled a straight line,
couldn’t even draw one if I tried.
This life was crafted
crooked and jagged.
No point A neatly to a point B;
more like A to C
then up to Z
and suddenly,
back down
to B.
A dance of seeming spontaneity
created by chosen opportunity.
A restless Soul,
too many interests it holds;
relentlessly driven
to learn, grow and sow;
chasing adventure
so as
for itself
to know.
No desire to live vicariously,
in putting off pleasure
in the name of responsibility.
No, that ain’t me!
I yearn to fly,
to be free,
to self-express fully
with utmost authenticity.
Such a Soul as this
can never happily exist
confined
for a lifetime
within walls
narrow
straight
and tall.
Such an existence
much too small,
into The Abyss,
said Soul
would soon fall.
The first of three girl childs
born of my pop and mum.
I would be the quiet, idealistic one,
the one who dared not stir the pot,
but rather enjoyed observing a lot,
paying particular attention
to the tangible tension
between the sexes
on an almost daily basis.
The women won handily,
ruling the home rather easily.
This all conveyed to me-
directly and
subconsciously-
the strength needed
of a girl child
constantly
to escape vulnerability
within a world
fixated on her sexuality,
rarely her intellectual ability;
a world where girl child’s
heart and brain
are discounted,
deemed second class citizens.
Hence, Girl Child,
either rule or be consumed;
with no apology nor permission,
go for yours or be floored.
No middle ground
here
to be found.
Stand tall,
to a boy child,
never ever
play small, roll over or fall!
Not just for you,
but for all your Sisters too!
Written in honor of the fourth annual International Day of the Girl Child, 11 October 2016
What does it take
to be A Light in the World,
to accept the sacred invitation
to truly make flesh The Word?
A sprawling, often lonely,
task
that will inevitably
ask
the removal of all human
masks.
There’s no hiding,
only faithfully abiding;
Seeing the world
differently;
expanding consciousness to foreign
possibilities,
such as loving all brothers
unconditionally.
One will need to forgive,
to always relieve grievances.
No space for judgment and blame,
for pettiness and thoughts criminally insane.
Only the remembrance that we are all
fundamentally
the same.
A formidable call
to be A Light in The World,
to sow seeds of peace
in the Minds of the All.
Not for the faint-hearted, this role.
Indeed, many flounder and fall,
the ones who think themselves insignificant
and very small,
who know not how
to stand erect and tall.
Much is given to A Light in the World.
This path, once chosen,
one does not walk alone.
Vision, wisdom and extraordinary might,
all bequeathed to A Light,
all needed to keep up the human fight
that rages
within and without
day and night.
A Light
ultimately
returns home, to Love
remembers its function
is guided
only
by things holy and Above.
The next incarnation of Me,
I foresee
three darling babies
to whom
I am
doting, dutiful mommy.
Each said man-child
from my womb
shall come,
manifestations
of a long-held covenant
finally
exhumed.
In this other Life,
to an extraordinary Soul,
I will serve many roles:
His first lover,
babies’ mother,
forever friend and wife.
A beautiful home
together we build,
me and my boys,
filled with the Love and Light
we pray and persistently will-
cups so runneth over
that unto the world
our joy spills.
A new treat,
this here, Stone Beach.
Butterflies,
Dragonflies.
With a gentle sweet high,
I am kissing
the brilliant
baby blue sky.
Seagulls,
Marigolds.
I am embraced by the sea’s
gentle pull.
Driftwood,
Seashells.
I fall deeply into
water’s seductive spell.
Inhaling deeply,
I take in the air’s
musky salinity,
mix it with Earth’s grassy femininity.
Senses heightened,
I hear the waves,
my ancestors guiding me
from the grave.
I feel the wind
nibble my skin,
tempering
the sun’s bite and sting.
A Spirit
to me
suddenly
begins to sing.
Inspiration heralding
the birth of another offspring.
Caught a piece of the rainbow today.
When did such a sight
last come my way?
Cannot recall;
surely I must have been
quite small.
Just as a child,
I now stared wide-eyed
at the pronounced colors
against the stark gray
of the moist sky.
My wonderment I could not disguise!
What a sight:
The Light, One Love
splitting into its many shades above.
So mystical,
the rainbow;
Magical, this great spectacle;
A harbinger of a brighter future.
Walking around
the City streets,
this piece of graffiti
I repeatedly meet.
It reads
to me:
Protect your Heart.
“Why?”
I wonder.
“Is such a thing
even possible?”
I ponder.
Is not
The Heart
meant
to be used,
broken open
and well spent?
Le Cœur,
it will never relent,
nor exhibit
sustained discontent,
doing that
for which
it was sent.
The grand design,
the clear intent
for us to be truly,
in life, content.
Strong and resilient,
The Heart,
also very smart,
crafted this way
from the very start.
Unlike a piece
of rare fine art,
The Heart
is not made
to be placed
on a wall
deemed too delicate
to fall.
No, no, no, no, no!
Not at all!
I contend
to me and friends:
Lay bare,
Le Cœur,
even as scared,
it’ll take you there,
that place,
that divine space
where only
COURage makes.
Dawn of a new day-
hooray!
Awake!
Give thanks!
Pray!
As within,
so without.
Morning meditations
strengthen thy House.
No perceived stress felt.
Mind, heart, body –
all aligned,
all in exquisite rest.
Work flows smoothly.
Everything moves so easily.
All that is seen is beauty,
even in this, the
big
busy
City.
No cacophony,
just sweet melodies.
No hurry,
only curiosity.
Frowns turned upside down;
smiles abound.
Gratitude, shared and found.
I see you, you see me.
Namaste,
we are a family!
No self-recrimination,
no regrets;
only admission
one did one’s best.
And so,
the stage is set
for when
dusk is met.
Peaceful sleep
will thee meet
with this day complete.
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