choosing the beauty way

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