There has been a crack
In me
And I am open,
Yoke exposed,
I am taking in, taking on, trying on
The world in ways I’ve never before seen,
And I am aware of
The illusion in which we swim,
I am aware,
And tempted to scream it from the mountain tops,
But that is not my mission,
I thought knowledge was,
My mission involves learning
To swim through the illusion in a different way,
I have not found out yet how,
But I am open,
Finding pieces of my broken shell,
And reassembling self,
Equipping for this mission,
To be in and of the world,
To simultaneously see, not see, taste, touch, and transform the illusion.
Tag: Poetry
Rays
Dreamer, you will float
Tonight on weightless clouds,
Between stars that spread their rays like fingers reaching,
Outstretched to touch, to warm
The beloved cool night air
Crystals
Something keeps bringing me back
To the crystals and their refracted light,
Mesmerized, like a child,
Drawn to the energy within,
The magnetic pull tugs at my direction,
And leads me where I am,
Where I am meant to be
Between the 2
A lone spirit moves,
Shuttles between the 2 stars,
It’s name is just “Love”.
Nails
My nails are long,
And strong,
Not brittle,
It is a sign of my health,
Of my body’s apt recovery,
From life
Reparations
We don’t belong here,
Most of us,
All of us,
We are squatters,
Claimants to possessions,
To lives, to land,
To stories that are not ours,
That are not meant to be owned,
And still we are a legacy,
Of conquerors,
Thefting still,
Without acknowledgement,
Often without knowledge,
Of the very sins we are committing,
This is our history,
Our story,
The ending is never written,
It is living by our means
And I wish to live love
And reparations into this Act.
She of Letters 