Early Days

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These are
                    Early Days
We are only just beginning
To be
What
We have long spoke of

We are moving into
The vacant spaces
Split open by mechanical systems

These humans will be like no humans before
but also
the same as we always were
having delved
to the crux of ourselves

These are
                  Early Days
Be forgiving with your fledgling capacity
There are
Uncharted waters and
Caves never spelunked
There are rocks still unturned
And things new
Under the sun

There are parts of us that have never seen the light of day
Let the light in

My Body is a Book

My body is a book

A collection of stories


My knee is the story of my pride

I could walk all the world, I just could not stand myself

A careless mistake, and my denial of the consequences

The story of my knee is still playing out

One year later, feeling the fall


My mouth is the story of my shame

And how it transforms into my wholeness

I can take care of the world, I just cannot bare to floss my teeth

Suffer in silence, behind closed lips, sacrifice it all for the cause

Open my mouth, and feel the universe flood into me

And the best of me flood into the world


My back contains a story of dread

The dread that I am alone in the universe

Unable to keep watch on it myself, I wonder if I can trust any other

Is there anywhere safe, will I ever find rest?

Do not tell me you "got me", friend, place your hands on my back

Be the wind when my boat is standing still


The soles of my feet tell just how far I've come

They are the constant, the continuity, my connection point

To this floating rock in space, held there by gravity

When something is true, my feet know first, a soft tingle

They are the trustworthy companion

That remind me to celebrate my journey


Other parts remain unread, mysteries to me still...

The Second Response

At first, we tried.

Desperately.

Obsessed, there must be a way.

We tried to take on the world, but left ourselves behind.

We retraced our steps to find ourselves, but the world cried out in desperation.

At first, we tried. 

Desperately.

We tried to go against the grain, but the current was so strong.

We tried to fit in, but a new hole appeared.

Endless. Effort.

Fight. Exhaustion.

Crumple, under the heavy weight.

Who is playing this awful joke?

It ain’t funny, my mother said.

Except that it is.

It is the highest order of hysteric.

Welcome to the age of the second response.

The second response is alive in me. 

It lives like joy, it lives like surrender.

It lives like saturated colour, and the taste of honey.

It lives like empowerment, personal strength, well-being, and fitness.

It lives like a fractal, being whole, but also part.

It lives like a spectacle, just the right amount of self-absorbed.

Today, I and we, welcome the second response, of an active surrender.

Today we turn the joke on its head, and make our existence a care free, and care full celebration

We are inherently ok, primordially ok, and we will choose to act anyways.

We will make our actions an ecstatic celebration, we will learn how to make our very lives a wildest party.

The joke will not be on us, the joke will not be on me.

Now is the time. Go deeper within. Go further without.

Enough

Simply feel grateful

We have access to all that can be

Through what has been

There is no lack

Enough time, enough food

Enough capacity

Unfathomable capacity of the human spirit

When we shine a light on it

It shines much brighter back

Paradox Place

discomfort in comfort

sorrow in laughter

only a shared glance creates safety

in treacherous waters


a familiar stranger

so close, yet so far

seeing myself in you

but just seeing you for you too


sadness is strong

in this place of my past

but something truly alive

shows its face as well

Solace found in a smile

I am slowly losing myself

losing myself in you

no longer self-contained, I am bleeding out

I don't feel whole, with or without you

cannot exist without the other


restoration is needed

a way to keep track of myself

disintegration is not an option

the world needs me, or rather

would really value having me


solace is found in a smile

just noticing what already is

that is worth smiling about

the mind threatens to spiral

but the feet, the back, feel the support of the earth, and have sanity

An Unusual Fortress

I am borrowing a piece of land from Mother Earth

She trusts me with it, I'm not sure why

But it is true that I have agreed, sworn even, to protect it 

I have built an unusual fortress

A membrane, now open, now closed

On clear days, you can see an open tunnel to its heart 

But that day was not a clear day

The night was dark, and I could hear the drums, pounding in the deep

"All men to your stations! Batten the hatches! Red Alert!" 

With all the force of a hurricane, the might of a destructive system bore down to eat us up 

But still I did not draw a weapon 

Hurling asteroids and hand grenades, the might of a destructive system bore down to blow us up 

But still I did not draw a weapon 

WITH ALL THE POTENCY OF A NUCLEAR WEAPON, THE MIGHT OF A DESTRUCTIVE SYSTEM BORE DOWN ON THE WALLS TO LEAVE NO TRACE OF US  

But we did not have need to draw weapons

The system had no power against the walls of this unusual fortress

And as I looked out over the walls, I could see it shrinking in the distance

No! I was mistaken, it was shrinking right before my eyes 

With gladness, I ran to my gates, and I swung them wide

Before me stood a child, timid, ragged, sad, and hungry

I gestured the child to come in, to feel the love and protection of this fortress