Everything I have been experiencing just continues to bring me back to the simplicity of life and the deep richness of simplicity, the mighty language more powerful than human thought, that which is hard for me to word beyond the thick presence of life in the wind and the restless silence yet music of presence.

All that I need is between me and the trees.

There is nothing to forgive

The wisdom of a friend shines through in these conversations of racism sharing with me those who speak such things they cannot help themselves, my soul family shares they know not what they do and my mothers voice pierces through the veil, there is nothing to forgive. I am left in tears of surrender.

So to be abundantly clear here, this does not mean I do not forgive or do not believe in the process of forgiveness. Of course I do. To me this touches a very specific place in me when my mother says these words that is hard to put into words as it is a feeling. Forgiveness is an important practice for me and these words touch something that is transformative to me. Can’t word it yet.

One of the sneakiest things I can tell myself is when I say the hate is ‘over there’ and not within me. Such a conversation is a division in me that creates myself as merciful and another as devil. When in reality I am both. It is all within me and I divide myself from humanity if I cannot own I am part of the hate in this world. I belong.

Y así vamos

Montada encima de un elefanteQue me guía en el paseo abierto especialmente para mí 

Con fe me dejo llevar hasta el final de mi alma que suplica mi sonrisa 

Monto de luto de lo que no puedo ver 

Arrojar todo lo que no está destinado a ser 

Y todo lo que ha cambiado su presencia 

Todo por el bien de libertad

Siento mi ser se eleva, siento mis dolores de corazón en su tramo,

Come mi corazón se expande al amor

Pido a mis guías que me mostra

Pido su ayuda

Siento el campo abierto delante de mí

Y así vamos 

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Riding on the back of an Elephant

Who guides me onto path opened especially for me

With faith I let myself be taken until the end of my soul which begs my smile

I ride in mourning of all I cannot see

Releasing all that is not meant to be

And all that has shifted its presence

All for the sake of liberty

I feel my being rise, I feel the aches of my heart as it stretches,

As it expands for love

I pray to my guides to show me

I ask for their help

I feel the open field before me

And so we go


Writing by me

Photo by unknown, black and white modification by me

Boundaries 

Sometimes even in the face of absolute self righteous a-holeness I have to stop and realize, the bottom line is I’m responsible for how I show up and god I have come a LONG way. Because no matter how anyone else shows up, who I choose to be in the face of such identities is ultimately completely and entirely up to me. Being loving and understanding is NOT easy and god it’s a whole lot of work, daily work. And yet here I am. Still trying. 

It would be so much easier to pick up my weapons and metaphorically annihilate someone but I’ve come to a point that I don’t want to leave my self with that. In the face of my boundaries being repeatedly violated I’ve finally found my voice to speak up and be loving yet unwavering. Loving to my own being first. I have spent my life advocating for people yet now I stand as my own advocate as that is only my responsibility.

I’m tired of living as if people will respect my boundaries by default. This is naive and dangerous. Now I speak them. I love these people except now not at the expense of me. Love at the expense of me is not really me being loving anyway, that’s an unconscious form of fear manipulation. 

I would rather be honest even if in the perception of some people that costs me intimacy, love and connection. I know those who stay in my life and encourage my boundaries love me. I also know some that love me and are confronted by my boundaries either aren’t conscious of it or don’t know better. Either way, it’s my self care to make them conscious of my boundaries and care for my self accordingly.

I’m no longer attached to manipulative and hurtful reactions to me setting a healthy boundary. Be it. No persons temper tantrum to my self care is going to make me sway from being true to me.

I believe we all have wings

I believe we all have wings Tipped upward unfurling from within

Can you feel their beat?

Heart sanctified 

Feathers guilded with surprise 

Soul aria 

Requiring no agreement 

I feel their touch in my smile

Everything is OK

It is all Divine

Flap of wings whisper, Are you ready?

Body relaxes into a delicious Yes

Wonder negates gravity 

Anything is possible.

Mine is a heart wide open

Mine is a heart wide openI feel the temperature of rain on my skin

The warmth of sun crawling languid across my form

I feel havoc and mayhem 

Like nails 

I feel the pinch of suffering across the pavements I walk

The gut punch of the starving which my feet do betray

I feel the echoes of a world

Trembling in its ever birth

Sighing in its destroy

Of a species finding its way 

Both brutally and beautifully through the storm of evolution 

I feel the plight of the willow tree not close enough to water

The miracle of the butterfly 

Resurrected

Once liquified 

Made merry as a pretty thing

Yet born so clear of plight

I feel my connection in unconsciousness

To the pain 

I find the bread crumbs I have set for my self

Out of the woods into wonder and life

I feel the silks of joy riding up my thighs 

Curving across my cheek

Up into multiverse

I feel the remorse of times unchecked

The compassion of unchecked fervor 

I feel the cavern thundering silently

Across the earths hair

Beckoning to grotto pure

The subtlety of awe 

In the flicker of a Doe’s ear

I feel the mechanical rhino exerting its presence

Stampede the brick and paved jungle

Calling the wild 

Safari machinery wailing its primal nature 

All rushing from the hyena which never comes

I feel the cry of the child rip through my body 

Opening up the animal in me which seeks to protect

I feel the soothing reminder of their voice

Yet unmarked giving expression 

I feel the untamed aliveness in each passing human

The barefoot fire dancer I ache to unite with 

Even muted attempts cannot hide the smell from me

Nor choking perfumes

I feel the pulse of tribal

The thrust in my shoulder blades 

Arch of my back

Stomp of my feet

The deep old movements that want release in my body 

Misinterpreted and misrepresented by an addicted culture into a mating call

Pelvic thrusts of connection deep with my roots

Guttural sounds yipping from my throat

Tongue singing rolling into soul call

Celebrating dust of Earth on my toes 

Howling into the night 

Ritual of grounding

I feel the moon shining or hidden

The stars in their mystical alchemy

A science unknown

I feel the outer of this inner world

The vastness of the space my planet employs

The planet I share in one

I feel protective of her life

I am a heart wide open

I feel every moment and particle deeply

Even beyond my human sight.


Painting and words by me.