Monday, December 17, 2012
Human nature is as natural as danger. We set fire to cleanse and demolish to build afresh. It is within us to wreck but not to excess. Remember we are blessed with fire in our chest. It's needed to be whole, to ignite and refresh.
Yet this balance is sometimes left to forget. Life includes destruction and our muscles lend force to the unstoppable torque that each person represents. We hold within us stored energy of reciprocity, meeting the universe with equal forces. We are built to kill to eat and to protect our people. We are innately designed to understand the need of destruction. As a healer I feel the need to destroy. It's part of my instinctual pattern. It's part of the balance. Video games allow me the space to use my natural instincts in a safe way. Let kids play. There's dragons to slay. Let them wrestle and jestfully test their own strength. Let them understand the importance of the tensegrity in our stretch. We need to teach them that its ok to fight for what their hearts know to be rightous. Not to stand by idly and video tape monstrosities appearing more and more frequently within our kinespheres. We have a responsibility to stand up for each other, to use our might so that we can save one another. We can't confuse peace with passivity and apathy. There is a balance.
But we must take notice of these imbalances, take heed of the need to make change every day. Don't stop looking from every angle along the way. Don't stop creating smiles wherever possible. Hug a stranger. Don't snub the love of an unlikely savior. Don't pass by an opportunity to renew our community. Be a part of it all! It's your duty!
Saturday, December 5, 2009
I’m renderin’ medicine.
Questionin’ if it’s better than this hook; this book it’s embedded in. I’m tender and sensitive but I’ve mixed potions of emotions like sedatives. Let it give. Walk asleep like the weak, yes; it’s better than finding hobbies in robberies and amphetamines. Dodgin’ bobbies and future hotties that see within. Ear muffs full of cuss words that seal the din. This yellow brick road never ends. The end of this rainbow is bent way low to 82nd.
Gifted misfits dance along this heightened tightrope. Every chance I have to yelp I spit it out and I choke. Every pen is a needle and you tighten this tourniquet and I hold still while you poke. Its ok, you say. It's ok, it's how we cope. You are one of us now so bury your shame and corrode.
But I reached into my pocket and I found this glow. Wrapped up and braided into bondage rope. And I built myself some wings to fly over this moat. I'm over this show. Drop the mic and mumble it slow. "I thought better of me". Yes it's time to go.
I threw all my armor into the grandest of canyons. It blew to the corners of that vast expansion. So now I float in this moat of my unfathomable mansion. Noticing I took with me not a single companion. And I’m dancin’. Reverting back to the roots of my passions. Not quarrelsome but I’m sensitive to every interaction. Testing the grounds of my foundations of friends, family and familiar faces.
Don’t brandish bullsugar with me cause I’m susceptible. Surveying more closely a situation that’s acceptable. Keeping company with folks that fill their vessels with lessons and choose to flourish with effervescence, blessing you with their presence. I guess at East West you can expect this. And I’m aware that I’m not prepared to acknowledge a lot of your questions.
I bent my head as forward as it would go till I felt my pulse gurgling through my neck. My windpipe closes off and everything else fades into the lumpy passage of the blood making its way through my corotid artery. I wish sometimes I could slip out of this blasphemed casting, unfold my arms full of feathers and leave this place in rays of light.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
I have missed you. You have always been there. Right there in my pocket, between my lips, begging for my fire. And I loved you. I love you, still. You, with your sleek dark smoke drawing mystery into bar scenes, drawing deep into my being, drawing us closer, America. Damn we looked good together. Your sweeping cloak of armor around my soft body. And it's not that I truly believe that you're such an enemy as they all say. You never hurt me. It was I who invited you in. I offered you room and board. I offered you no choice.