Where do Souls go
when in flesh no more?
How do they choose
what next body to use?
What memories of the pasts
are let go of-freed-at very last?
What unfinished business
sets the tone for the next visit?
The life of a Cosmopolitan Sardine
I feel trapped
like a caged rat
no room to read
let alone breathe
little in the way of personal space
with strangers, nearly face-to-face
signal problems and delays
prolong the agony and the pain
very few smiles
many more scowls
odors jarringly unfamiliar
compete with daring young dancers
to the senses, viciously assault
without so much a second thought
hey, this is New York
ain’t nobody give a f***!
suck it up, yo’!
don’t you know
this is the price paid
the sacrifice made
for the privilege
of residing
in this space-
beyond congested, yes,
but also
the first, the Greatest
City on Earth!
you make it here
Sinatra swears
you make it anywhere
just be aware
that it’ll cost ya
claustrophobe ya
relentlessly contain ya
hot or cold
young or old
this is how
the N to the Y to the C
rolls…
See
I am
determined
to see –
to really see.
This feels like
the whole point
of my unique human journey-
to see me more clearly,
to experience the unity of we,
to grasp the oneness that is our humanity.
So much distraction to Universal Truth.
So much to unearth and uproot
within the mind,
which when ego-blind,
leads to acts violent and words so unkind.
We are in this together,
from the very beginning, each other’s keeper.
One Heart,
One Love,
One Mind,
One Body.
One Shepherd, and we, His sheep.
Now is not the time
to bitterly whine
and then fall sound asleep.
No!
Lest we will continue to reap
that which we
did not consciously
intend to sow.
I am
determined
to see,
to pray
everyday:
Lord, open wide my eyes,
cast off the crusty old lies
and the illusions
that cause hysteria and mass confusion.
Let there be Light,
only True Sight-
no more black or white.
Chuma
He lays there,
soundly and peacefully
asleep-
my Muse, my Love, my Beauty.
Strong and magnificent,
a man’s Man,
vulnerable in his complete nakedness.
I, fully awake and scantily clothed,
quietly gazing, utterly enthralled,
taking Him in slowly, fully and whole.
His beautiful mane,
dreadlocked and soft,
glistening wet in the moonlight from our sweat.
His Adam’s Apple – an irresistible and tasty treat.
Those lips – full, rich, assertive and so sweet.
My Love’s nose: broad and proud!
His nostrils, gently flaring now in sleep,
do so much more aggressively
when he abandons himself in heat.
I stare at Love’s powerful arms,
responsible for my first losing my resolve,
and within which I still dissolve.
His large and elegant hands,
that of a master musician demands.
His expansive back,
a continent of its own,
I can see it in shadow,
its every muscle, prominent and toned.
My eyes longingly linger down
to that beautiful mound
smooth and round-
like a perfect peach,
each one of his cheeks.
Next: those legs –
like that of a regal thoroughbred.
Legs strong enough to
off my feet, sweep
carrying me
to this here, our bed, our sacred Sanctuary.
I go to him, My BeLoved,
drawn by forces without and within,
those of innocence and sin.
I need to touch,
to feel,
to inhale him,
to lay entwined in a quiet embrace,
to get as close as the flesh will dictate.
mystic bonds
Souls intertwined
no matter the distance and time
elapsed
between the physical and the mind.
Namaste, we say,
each other’s Light clearly see
and then immediately retrieve
where we last left our story.
No beat missed,
no talk of business,
only laughter
born of pure, present bliss!
Effortless
seamless,
we fall back into resonance.
Creating anew
and out of the blue;
recalling the old,
all once joyously told.
This is no stranger,
this familiar unfamiliar face.
Rather a beacon of grace,
a safe space,
a peaceful place
for healing
and life-affirming
embrace.
Liquid Emotion
So much commotion…
seemingly living in a world
that has forgotten the notion
of human connection
and shared emotions.
One big white truck
in Nice, innocent hundreds struck.
Police…American Black male…
over and over again the same sad story this entails.
Civil wars that destroy and displace,
cultivating great pain and unleashing raw hate.
The environment, alas, we continue to mercilessly rape.
All this, we can no longer tolerate!
For we were crafted to only connect and create.
Make no mistake,
if we continue at this deadly pace,
Earth may no longer compensate
and will need to retaliate
in order to recalibrate.
BIG BANG
NO MORE HU-MAN.
But wait!
By dint of endless, deserve-less Grace,
it’s never too late
to come back together
and reevaluate;
to begin anew
with the view
that in His Hands,
He’s got the whole world
and not just a few.
Love, use we
Love, You…
design we
birth we
raise we
feed we
fill we
teach we
sustain we
define we
refine we
awaken we
enlighten we
embolden we
Now,
Love,
please hear we:
use we
guide we,
have Thy Will be done
through we-
mere instruments of Your peace
’til the day You release
each one of we
back home
unto Thee.
tran·scend·ence
you’re lost in a Trance
engulfed in sweet Rapture
Altered,
delved into a completely New
inner Space
one where you Consume and then reflect
blinding Light Energy
as you Navigate
the very Depths of your Soul
releasing false Ego
and other Non-sense
filling your Cup instead
with an Equanimity, a peace
that passeth all understanding.
hold on
grab that thin ledge
with fingertips tired, worn and red.
hang on tight
don’t you dare give up The Fight!
don’t look down
at that cold, distant ground.
look up instead
at what your God has just ahead.
hold on;
stay strong.
your life: not all wrong.
your story: not yet done.
America
One nation
under God
indivisible…
a country,
a study
in democracy.
On what it means,
the responsibility
of being “free.”
We continue to learn
to see
repeatedly
that “free”
that equality-
not always easy
and often lacks clarity.
Constant to and fro,
outer battles
reflecting
inner struggles.
Still, we stand!
For/from ourselves much better demand.
So much at stake:
too much needed Love to make
and bridges to create
as per God’s Great Mandate.
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