Dear Heart.

Dearheart,

I can no longer enable you.

For too long I have listened to you 
Berate yourself about how you function,
How you look,
And how you think.
The words you continuously speak 
Denote how much you hate yourself,
But—although they seem real enough to you…

Love Is What Tips The Balance

Smoke clouds billow, choke, and roll;
Bleak is the day and
Dark is the night,
And yet we stand in fight, flight, fright or freeze,
Instead of voicing truth and hope—
We speak aloud discordant tones
Of beliefs and choices,
Emotions and retaliations,
And of theologies and doctrines
Personalised through carefully crafted filters of ‘good versus evil’ and ‘evil versus good.’

Creation Speaks

Inside dry bricks and walls of steel
Sit windows framed with wood,
The dulling drone 
Of fluorescent bulbs
Have made the structure “good.”
The exactness 
Of grey slatted blinds,
Obscure the world outside;
Wild frequencies are rumbling
Through earth—
Creation sighs…

Freedom’s Child

Let go of the chains that society demands your identity be attached to—because no one has ever broken free of chains by binding themselves to yet more chains. Freedom doesn’t work that way. Freedom involves letting go—loving yourself and loving others without agenda, judgment, or political alignment. Freedom involves agreeing to disagree and championing truth, life, individuality, and creativity. Freedom involves drawing the gold out of one another, instead of segregating according to difference. Why not let the chains fall away and become a child of freedom?

Softly, Gently

Softly, gently,
I unfurl my wings
And rise on the life of Your breath
Into timeless places
With no beginning and no end,
And I am found in You, Perfect One. 
You’re my place of constant rest,
Where I am absent from the stuff, spit and clay 
Of my own mess....