Tag: Pulse

I respect you..

…your time here, your life; it maybe far different from mine, yet here for a breath we meet, brothers / sisters in a time like ne’er before…

I respect that your presence, your heart is the physical manifestation of God; we are so alike, we are different but alike in ways too many to not remember. I respect that we walked this year together, torn, mended, healing, broken, like dawns and dusks, we like oceans and shore lines .. crashing building castles; our prints settle in an earth in a time we will never forget. We may never meet but we have, here, now, this new day. And I stare at these lines that spill me to a person I might hear from, I might not. I stare at all this with respect.

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Earth Buds.

To all new moms and babes unborn

To the new dads and pulse of pitter-patter running thru’ your heart already.

To spaces in you owned by scans in your lives, in these uncertain days, ah the joy of that beat-beat-beat in the wombs of life,

Dedication to my darling Samanths & A.

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In the swelling toes of our Dance, in the tender belly of our Song that throbs in the placenta of Divine Touch,

Aye we are Watched o’er, we are grown everyday, we are Babes ourself in these Rooms as we wait: Rest. Receive days of Grace.

Sing, Soul

…shout leave, unhinge your dis- ease,

this body is a gift wrap, a heartbeat, a wrist full of pulse, a human cage

for all we don’t know.

Oh soul soul, I have done Life, done Time, cultured all my viral bacteria, my bones and salt tears,

my human gardens of hate, oh I wasted wealth praying for tinsel stars and plates of grass;

forgive me, I once merely asked for grave -deep health, never knelt at what we couldn’t touch; Coward, I

acknowledged only-  touchables.

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So, Nah, how could there be duet with soul-

we are 7 billion+ none not oneextinguishable, for soul.

Ah, look with unhinged eyes, knowthe indefatigable invisible Mind

sing this Thing, I could not before, tell, yell of Its Depth, It’s width, It’s infinite Shore

bailing out our thirsty planet-puddles, look, sing of how It sews our fracture

of how It buries our dark, oh how It’s Light walks through all our distortions of Glass, my soul Sing,

like We are each other’s song, like We are all we’ve got! Here: where no sting no death no letting go

no creation of waste nor Playhouse of hate – like-have-no-soul?! Here even here Sing, before hell hangs Debate.

I once was a child but now I know my soul, my mind, my life,

leave, shut that cage.

Sing.

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