Strong as hell
full of soul
thankful
so thankful
for all the stories
I’ve written
with my life.

They built a deep wisdom,
an unending hunger in me
to live life well.

An applaud
to the well deserved grit
that is mine and can never be taken,
that rare kind of strength
that grows
from a willingness
to jump
to fall
to fail big
and to always
get back up again
grateful
and eager to chase the sun;
that golden light covering humanity
holding us all together.

Here is to continually tending
to the cosmic flame
burning inside
guiding my days.

I ossilate between
a wild femininity
and a wise rage
that clear paths
of their useless debris
so the good things
can have space to grow.

Today.
Covered in earth
steeped in sunshine
moving my sacred vessel
Intuitively,
however the hell
it wants to move
while mama earth
is attempting to heal
after our fuck -mess ways
caught up with us
cycling out of control
trickling back up always
to the greedy elitists
who made it so.
————
Fuck clocks.
Fuck their news.
Fuck the fences
they made between us.
Fuck rat races.
Fuck their plastic success.
————
Let us gather
around
table
fire
or belief
and hear the real fucking news,
the soul outpouring
from one another’s chest.
————
If it looks like
I’m floating
I am.
I no longer live
under limitations
(always theirs
posing as mine)