“Love wants to reach out and manhandle us, Break all our teacup talk of God. If you had the courage and Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights, He would just drag you around the room, By your hair, Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world That bring you no joy. Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly And wants to rip to shreds All your erroneous notions of truth That makes you fight within yourself…
“This is my simple religion, There is no need for temples No need for complicated philosophies, My brain and my heart are my temples, My philosophy is kindness.” ~ Dalai Lama
Today I am attempting to stare Into my soul. The authentic me. The daughter of God. Who knew? Yet, every once in a while, I feel a sudden and angry kick from my ego. Lashing out in a defiant stand for misery. My stupid fucking ego. How the hell did I ever trade my throne for scraps Of useless junk? It’s almost humorous. But then again…. There is nothing really funny about Starving children sleeping in dumpsters And crying…
The entire world shifted, So that you could be here: Slicing. Dicing. Waxing you like a koi fish. A blink. An eye-ball opening and closing, one time, Only to recede into dust. Fairies dancing like trail mix caught on fire. Touchstones of foroget-me-nots and ho-hos. Life. Passing you by? Open up to the reality of yourself. Bliss on shoe strings laced together like a wedding dress. Kiss it all goodbye. You care for none of it. Your sold on tomorrows–…
You got soul, baby. Fire in the kitchen. Melodies and harmonies skipping across my tongue Like Socrates with a loaded gun. Boom, Boom, baby, And then you shot me down. Burned constellations across my universe Mapped my body like the sea Called out my name And brought me to my knees. So shake it baby, And out we’ll drift towards the great unknown, Hand in hand like a poet’s prose singing lullabies to a moonlit road. Passing time with dragonflies…
