how many moments
of my sweet precious life,
have i wasted , wondering if you understood me?
wondering if you see me for who i am?
i tried to squeeze into your perception, your assumption.
your comfort.
well take this as my official declaration. My vow:
I give up!
I live for the art!
I live for the poem! the song! the freedom of the heart and the beat of the drum!
I live for the women of my bloodline
who never got to sing their hearts song.
I live for the women of this earth
who know aliveness is their birthright.
who know a deeper way of being is possible.
a way that follows the whispers of the hearts path.
a way that forages the earth for glimmers of nourishment.
a way that sees the reflection in everything.
a way that is brave enough to keep opening
into the depth of possibility.
a way in deep reverence. honor. trust.
the beauty way.
may my quest for freedom. for love. for devotion
be a permission slip for anyone
as deep in the dark hole as i once was.
and yes. i clawed my way out.
still choosing.
gasping for air. out of plato's cave. oh do i stomp on the roof now.
and if you are still in there,
if you hear my thud
i beg you,
DIG