A living force

The parallel worlds

of established captivation

crumble.

Falling in upon themselves

until one stream is 

established.

How to infuse with 

silence, a course of action,

established within the particular

circumstance of 

each individual, 

awakening to the

internal technology

to which your being is tuned.

A living force

beyond time and space

in fact, from which time and space are born

the true self

the seed from which

you’ve grown.

—

A day on which

the being beneath the bones

begins to bulge, at the seams

a slight tear forming,

through which inner organs 

slowly advance,

allowing the physical to expand,

more room to breath

the tears falling from 

storm clouds of the heart

“ 75 of those killed were children”

her heart fusing with my own, 

racking the ribcage sarcophagus

of this callous form

how, how, how could this happen?

Late to the party?

No, right on time.

She, knowing the exactitude 

of the pain her children can stand.

doling out the transmutative doses

to those who’ve had enough.

His-story, hanging on by a thread

bloody boots entering the river,

let us sit,

whenever resentment comes

let us sit here

by the side of the road

let us sit

in the searing heat

of our masters fiery presence

dusted in a fine coat of our mothers body.

Let us weep

let our bones inhale the sorrow

let the fire in our hearts

enter our eyes

let us be silent

in her salty effulgence

let her waters free them

let the arc of the covenant

slowly reveal itself,

for those who have ears to hear

let them listen.

—

I walk through the streets

and pick up litter,

like a yard duty on a playground.

My heart speaks through my eyes.

Her heart is a beacon,

reaching through the fields of  remembrance.