#deepdo

We had perfected our monkey moves Growled while pounding, smiled while joking, flexed when peacocks were near And then Tired of our own repetitive noise Retreated to our little man caves Not so much to enjoy the quietude of games But because we bore ourselves with limited tricks We could not retell We could not spin again Threads on a sweater long discarded Words in a song from a love departed Weary of limits All that youthful energy weaving our own chains We have waded along the shore Hoping to become ocean Sinking deeper as sand Like friends Seek greater depths

I was carefully taught by those who bowed before the creator, learning how to please to avoid the smite As if Land was owned Materials possessed Humans could be subjects and learn their place As if One sky could be divisible One god could have preferences One skin was right It took unlearning to hear my own voice, dismantling man's laws, witnessing cosmic laws It was worth the walk through dogma's fire My hunger is my own. I feed it as I will.

Look deep inside to know

From the same

There before these deep set eyes/ upon a palm turned to behold the stars/ a witness to creation be/ each life a dance for eternity/ and when did fate intercede this chance/ your fingertips touched as your face glanced down/ a circuit connecting magnetic poles/ as yin and yang swirl like laughing clowns/ the fabric known as love to wear/ weaving up and down alleyways then the stairs/ the push and pull of heartbeats stride/ from streets to avenues all wide/ crossing chasms where loneliness had lied/ far beyond moonlit nights that cried/ to stand with eyes fixed in stares/ creating ease while nature was caught up in dares/ in stress the river was never to go/ in love where all the wild things flow

You, the architect of this creation Be you light of wing Or filling time counting each and every loss Your choice, each word that you toss

Ever wonder while you watch Those lost in transition moving about their day Is the gulf too wide between connection and pride Have they buried their laughter under beds of burden and disappointment A neglected dream Forgotten Or so it seems A reminder to them Who carry the hurt in plastic bags dragged through dusty dirt You still breathe creation in this very moment And the next... that's how it's written Your dream Your choice Smile till those who are watching Know the crazy of your soul

To love oneself is to love the energy that keeps us at play