Spirit is a unified field
infinite
in a state of perpetual expansion
seamless bliss
beyond the slings and arrows of creations drama
pain and pleasure
disappointment and gratifications
we live
in the
zim zum
A cauldron
hollowed out
of the the self effulgent light
the source
formless
the theater of creation
a dark space of dynamic geometry
of fractious binary forces
a merciless churn
an atrocity for the evolution of individuation
pistons in motion
a cacophonous feng shui
a tangle of webs
a grand illusion
of energetics
kamikaze planets
hideous cruelties and voluptuous pleasures
a swarm of form
hydras in heat
countless lights casting inestimable shadows
a war between heaven
absolute order
and hell
absolute chaos
our lives
a medium
for the gods of struggle
until our heads a stone

the exit door
is pure spirit
spiritus...breath
breathing made conscious
the big hush
the royal yoga
waiting for the guileless

The bonobo baked
more banana bread
in four stone ovens.

Made monkeys
unhungry but her brick
bungalow became
so smokey.

I was born
of the swamp.
I felt foreign toes
come alive
as I stepped out
from salty marsh,
gasping between
the stretched mud
strings pulling
then breaking
on my lips
dripping onto
my thirsty tongue.
Grasping at cow-tails,
I've got a handful
of dragonfly wings
instead. And I returned
sacs of humus
from my elbows
plopped into the water.
I was so thirsty.
Thirsty like the gnats
who met their genocide
at golden-silk orbs--
oh, false sun.
I wander. I pray.
Slamming my knuckles
against the clay
of crocodile's teeth
then I return
to humility.

Out in the woods you hear everything - your ear gravitates towards rustles in the freshly fallen leaves on top of last years fallen leaves becoming mulch for next years spring flowers.
Little birds sing above me as I've walked past the beaten path I've walked to where the blueberries have yet to be eaten and empty nests undisturbed.
I saw messages left by strangers in the dirt, rocks, and branches collapsed by storm or time.
I met Mother Nature and walked a less than epic journey home.

Yes doesn't always mean yes
And we forgot what no meant awhile ago
Does the sight of my purple bra strap
                 Turn you on?Oh well
           Dont teach me how to dress
           Teach your son not to ****
Dont give me detention for showing my
                 Melanin rich legs
        Teach your son not to stare
I should be able to wear what i want and
       Not be punished because I flaunt
             "What were you wearing?"
        "Clearly you were asking for it !"
                              HOW?

Its always been you
It's always been us
How dare we hide this godly connection
Selfish of us to not show people the fire we create when we touch
A pair of lovers
In a room full of bodies
But it feels like we're alone
Tempted to touch but not too much
Or they might catch on
Then I'll catch myself
Because I always forget where I am
When I look into your eyes
Don't ask me where I went
Because I don't know
But I'll take you with me
I'll take you with me if it means
We can be in solitude
Because you are my truth
In this lie
How could they not see
That we are lovers
It never felt easy but it always felt right