Journey to Your Deepest Self

So

watch?v=OwOSDxWrwCY&feature=channel_page So We’ve come to the place Where we are sep arate We meet in cities and On lin e Dropping the e At the end And other parts to o We regard and dis Regard one Another In the wanting for ourselves to be Connectedcompletewhole If only to live in the Wanting Not as not having But as having all And  he dreams of me often Tasting him In many ways. And whose dream is it? I love to dream And to be dream t So it is Another Besides the one That I wanted And all that That en tail...

Sexual 2

I want to belong. Tell me I belong here Everyday. Tell me I have something Only I can give. Let me know By your mouth And your fingertips Your palms, The hang of your head, And the lift of your chin, That I matter. Don’t go on without me. Pause and stare. Feel hopelessly lost and stricken. Totally. For a moment. Forever. Want me! Want me with your skin And your heart And your bones. Be consumed by me. Don’t let me die. Just for a moment. Keep me alive Where I...

We

Mine is not religion. It is not. Mine is not Enlightenment. Mine is weighty- Like mud. And flowers With roots. Mine is not striving Or waiting to ascend- To reach. Mine is here, now, Bound- And free. Mine is ever unfolding. And never reaching the middle Yet feeling the middle Is here In every fold. Mine is not Mine- It is...

No Longer Lost

I’m feeling pretty young, Small and scared. I can’t control the trembling Of my hands and my Voice. And even though I know There is more to this truth, Than the smallness This is the place from which I’m speaking. I speak out of love For the little child Who was left standing Alone and lost So long ago. Under all the words I’m saying to you, The child is hearing, I love you. I want you to understand Why my eyes are weeping But I don’t need you to. All that matters is I’m here, now. And the child is no longer...

I Voted

By Kathleen MacGregor No, we’re not in Kansas anymore. Remember when we thought Obama was the good guy? Are we still telling ourselves That he’s finding his way? Are we saying, At least he’s black? Remember how we thought he’d save us and Drive the father warriors  away? I had misgivings, But put those away. That was not so long ago. We hoped it was a new book. It was all about hope. And he’s killed, now. Women and children, By his order, Are bombed. I saw the child’s body Wrapped from head to foot Motherless now Fatherless too Brotherless Sisterless. When he wakes He’ll know his enemy. And his enemy will be me. I voted for this. I...
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