sometimes i can hear my soul gasping, exhausted because i pay it no attention.
heavy baggage under dropping eyes.
i wanna do everything but sit in silence, everything but get closer to insides.
it feels as if all of me is telling me not to. its ok, everything tells myself, you can miss just one more sit.
but it is my rebellious spirit, my forever guide (and misguide at times), that wants to disobey these posturings of support.
you do not need to call my name
to tell me you love me.
we are from lives past;
my name will die when
my spirit carries on.
carry me in your spirit and
i will live lives with you.
when our conditioning unravels, all will become possibility.
to know that i have been in an illusion of thick grey
means that i am less in illusion than just a moment ago.
scattered particles of dust
reflecting coming light
i can see a little color now.
but it really seems like love is enough and perhaps what we think of it- our ideas, experiences and feelings about love are not enough.
our ideas not big enough
our experiences too few and too stagnant
and our feelings mixed up in the former two.
when we try to love one another, our selves and those around us, the trying (i.e. all the sexy, unsexy, difficult and oh so easy) is us in the process of loving- we’re tapping into the deep caverns of our most liberated selves, the selves that knew how to love beyond and before birth.
this BIG S T R O N G UNCONDITIONAL love
is just another form of enlightenment, another form of liberation. and if love is that, if we are trying to love like that then love will not just have its sweets and easies but it will too have those times of heartbreaks and pelagic sorrows- times where we turn away, walk away from the path towards liberation. in those times, we will have to remind ourselves and each other that the path is there awaiting our precious hearts, spirits and feet. it is there no matter how many times we turn away from love, from our liberation, it is there awaiting our coming.
love is definitely enough.
we are on its path.
too often the desecration of our bodies, queer, brown and womyn, are dismissed or the fault of us, the supposed limp and lifeless of society. too often we single-file line to our governments asking for our rights, rights that we think we no longer have the right to demand. too often we are left in those single-file lines, we drop off one by one, tired of waiting and standing for an endorsement or a watered-down bill that too often protects the perpetrator. too often we are told not to take our life, dignity and sisterhood in our own hands and fight back. this time they will not hurt or rape us, they will not marginalize or discard us, they will not determine our fates.
let’s increase the consequences of rape:
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