you travel my soul
godlike
exploring terrain with
fingers
eyes
hands
emboldened by the wisdom of creation.
8.28.2007
about me...
there is something about me
that cannot be easily explained away or justified...
too human to be mystifying,
i am growing into an unrooted tree--
all the wisdom, none of the entrapment.
my energy flows in fits and starts,
'cause this place doesn't always give you what you need to run right.
but i'm remembering that i was meant to live with open eyes,
fully vetted in the ways of spiritual humanity.
there is no need
to train me
or point me in the right direction--
i will swim my way home, thank you.
my father is the bearer of lightning.
my mother is the sweet hush of the river.
the masculine and feminine meet in me.
heaven lies behind one of my mind's doors.
that cannot be easily explained away or justified...
too human to be mystifying,
i am growing into an unrooted tree--
all the wisdom, none of the entrapment.
my energy flows in fits and starts,
'cause this place doesn't always give you what you need to run right.
but i'm remembering that i was meant to live with open eyes,
fully vetted in the ways of spiritual humanity.
there is no need
to train me
or point me in the right direction--
i will swim my way home, thank you.
my father is the bearer of lightning.
my mother is the sweet hush of the river.
the masculine and feminine meet in me.
heaven lies behind one of my mind's doors.
8.14.2007
love
there's so much to say,
and nothing at all.
speculation is pointless,
and so are the visions that haunt me when i look at you.
you don't need me on your conscience.
and i don't need you on mine.
...the little lies i tell the part of myself that always wants a little more. the strumpet who's never content with just one.
there are so many dull, inconsequential meetings in life. it's a shame to waste the ones that could mean something more.
...that doesn't mean i don't enjoy monogamy. i do.
but i have a lot of love to give.
i want to share. it's a compulsion.
sometimes, one person's not enough to hold it all.
it'd be invigorating to have the freedom to say, "wait for me a moment, please, while i love this person a little closer to divinity. i'll be back directly. i promise."
i don't break my promises. i would return--and allow you to love as necessary in the meantime.
i'm sure it would only happen once every few years, at most.
but who could stand that?
i have learned that most people have just enough love for themselves--if that--and that, sometimes, they're able to squeeze out enough for the mates that come along. or the children that come along the way.
a paucity of love makes beings selfish, insecure. believers in lack.
i hate that fact profusely. it limits my movement in the world.
and nothing at all.
speculation is pointless,
and so are the visions that haunt me when i look at you.
you don't need me on your conscience.
and i don't need you on mine.
...the little lies i tell the part of myself that always wants a little more. the strumpet who's never content with just one.
there are so many dull, inconsequential meetings in life. it's a shame to waste the ones that could mean something more.
...that doesn't mean i don't enjoy monogamy. i do.
but i have a lot of love to give.
i want to share. it's a compulsion.
sometimes, one person's not enough to hold it all.
it'd be invigorating to have the freedom to say, "wait for me a moment, please, while i love this person a little closer to divinity. i'll be back directly. i promise."
i don't break my promises. i would return--and allow you to love as necessary in the meantime.
i'm sure it would only happen once every few years, at most.
but who could stand that?
i have learned that most people have just enough love for themselves--if that--and that, sometimes, they're able to squeeze out enough for the mates that come along. or the children that come along the way.
a paucity of love makes beings selfish, insecure. believers in lack.
i hate that fact profusely. it limits my movement in the world.
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