In the next plane they may be together,
When things are vastly different,
When bodies have no boundaries,
And they exist as they have always suspected they should,
Outside of time and space,
They are the embodiment of pure love.
Author: Vanessa
Mother, WRITER, artist, student, dreamer, civil and human rights activist,
humanitarian, minister in process, mystic, sentient being.
I write to remember; I write to discover; I write to understand; in order to be closer/higher/connected.
Memes
They choose
Not to think,
Because thinking is hard,
They let the memes think, speak for them,
Agreeing, acquiescing, promoting
The said and unsaid thoughts of its creator,
Who needs a mind when there is a meme.
Winded
There will be moments
That are hard to handle, that take the breath too soon
And leave us weak, parched, winded,
These moments are the trial steps,
Not the end we are seeking
Cake Too
Your starlight tears me up,
And turns me on,
And makes it hard
For me not
to want my cake,
And to eat it too
Superhero: Damage Done
I still want to save the world
That is in part my privilege,
And responsibility,
And realizing in part that means
Saving the world too from me,
And my first world habits
–My waste, my want, my consumption,
I need no cape for my cause,
That would only hold me back,
Catch me up,
And add to the consumptive practices
I am in part fighting,
Flood waters may recede,
With damage done,
Yet the hard intersectional work of clean up and prevention never ends.
The Ache I Savor
The warmth melts
And opens up in me
Thoughts, emotions
I try to hold back,
But I cannot,
The want is an ache I savor,
For it is as close as I can get
to feeling your touch
She of Letters 