it’s 4 a.m. monday morning and i am just waking up/recovering from a blinding headache! argh…

i really need to go back to sleep. my head still hurts. but i woke up with these bars in my head…so i had to type it…catch ya later:

no need to picture me in shades
i master light
no matter time of day
see, i’m God’s child
infinitely wild
untamable
inflammable
lady with the words of power
get ready for the final hour
moment of truth
my frequency
will move u up like elevators
escalating past impersonators
to which my spirit
will shift ur shape back into non existence
yes, i am that persistent
pushing past the rhetoric
commercial gimmicks
and metaphors
this is clearly more than ur average allusion

time to break u free
of this maya of confusion
time to break u free
of this maya of confusion

time to break u free

i need to envision u with nothing less than
spiritual precision
my fourth eye will be ur soul guide as we path our way to the sun
listen for the light
find ur solar sight as we cycle
with cosmic might thru two baker’s dozens
and number cousins
these are kissing equations for ur intellectual persuasion astronomically
do the math, we are only divisible
if we choose to make the truth invisible
we are only divisible
if we choose to make the truth invisible

time to break u free…

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i’m having a moment
contemplating
how well meaning phrases
will not bring families back
will not release the emptiness
tragedy
spilled into quaking earth and uprooted spirits

i am having a moment
while
children seek comfort from lifeless bodies
mothers learn new meanings of postpartum depression
everyone is wondering, where is their Father?

in this moment
a collective wail covers the earth
myriad tongues are privy to nature’s most haunting chorus

can u decipher the chords?
her purging melody of

leaningcreakingcrackingshakingflooding

the harmonics are deafening
(i pray for silence)

we are experiencing a moment in this chaos
wondering why thou hast forsaken us

we cannot be lost

idols have found us
they are coming
the valiant saviour
the first responder
the knight in armor

but i am seeking daylight
(u cannot speak to what u do not see)

and i want to see more than cryptically
more than fair and balanced misconstructions
i want the scales to move u in ur belly
touch u on the inside

because we have lost
more than physical
more than any possessions material
more than bandages and first aid kits could ever heal

but we are not lost

we are picking up the pieces
slowly, but surely
one hand, one leg, one eye, one heart at a time
we are finding our humanity amongst the rubble

and, we will rebel
we will not lose our souls
we will not be found in agony or defeat

we will rebel from this dream
and rebuild

we will rebuild more than land or homes or buildings
we will rebuild ourselves
we will awaken and no longer experience such nightmares

we are not lost
we have not been forsaken
we have not been stirred from our roots

we are not lost

i have having a moment
a moment that has left me spent
exhausted
and migrained

in this moment
well meaning phrases
will not free me of this spirit wail
a cacophony of carnage and courage

but still
a moment
one in which i can cry my way out of
until ducts are drained of their salt
for
i have not been washed away.
i have not been witness to buildings collapsing.
i have not been buried alive.
i have not been swallowed whole by any earthen inertia.

i am simply having a moment

we are not lost

we are finding humanity amongst the rubble

(top pic Somoa tsunami 2009; bottom pic Haiti earthquake 2010)

that’s what i was thinking today (for the umpteenth time) while reading and riding the train. some might think this a rather morbid thought –especially as i have just celebrated a birthday and i am rejoicing in the lessons i am learning/remembering –but it’s not…i just continue to be frustrated by the ”living” who place such high value on flesh — especially dead flesh. for those who believe in afterlife, incarnation, or astral existence (nearly all religions do, in some form), why is it so customary to hold onto that motionless body buried in a cemetery? it’s one thing to prepare a body for the afterlife, it’s another to make that dead body your life.

i don’t want to visit bodies buried “six feet deep” lined up as numbers, in rows, columns, with hundreds, maybe thousands of other…heck, we might just end up with more buried bodies, then living ones.

i feel we tether our deceased ancestors to these solemn plots of lands simply to pacify our grievances and inability to let go. when our hearts stop beating, i pray and hope, we do not stay close to those decomposing bodies … i’d rather honor, and rejoice in, their memories then go sit at their grave and cry. i’d like to know that we are free

when i pass over, if my body is so confined to a coffin underground, my spirit/astral/conscious energy will NOT be there. so don’t come looking for me. in fact, i think i might rather visit you in the comfort of your own space. or, come back in another.

i tend to think tangentially, connecting (not-so) random things. this time, i connected my want to be cremated to a chat i had on facebook yesterday…

i was talking about how we have the same composition as the earth – you know physical science/biology stuff. we’re something like 2/3 water, 1/3 minerals. my fellow FB friend challenged that.  i explained that either we are comprised of the earth, or the earth is comprised of us.  our composition is much too similar.

we are one in the same. there is much truth the common prayer, “from ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”

then i had a personal “aha” moment.

if the majority of people born OF the earth (mineral composition) are dying and not REPLENISHING the earth are we DEPLETING the earth, robbing it of the very minerals it gave us – locking those minerals into expensive wooden and metal boxes?

i remember coming across some write ups a while back about how the soil today does not have the same nutrients it had centuries ago. that the earth’s fruits and vegetables provide us with less sustenance than 100 years ago. i know industrialization and technology (in the name of progress, of course) have contributed to the depletion of our soil. but, could not our collective lack of return (especially those who were not dis-eased at time of death) to the earth, to dust and ashes, to those minerals contribute to the difference in the composition of the earth’s soil?

i wonder.

being of such an inquisitive nature, i am adding this to my list of research projects…in the meanwhile, i just wanted to get these thoughts down. maybe have a dialogue or two in the process.

hmmph, my desire to be cremated and spread amongst the earth could now have two purposes! i can encourage those who know me to place less value on this physical existence and  more on the ethereal/spiritual one AND, in the process, i can give back a mineral or two.

talk about being green.

…let’s make free

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