Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Heavenly (Monkey see, monkey do)

Close your eyes and open your heart
Cover your ears and listen with your enlivened soul
Bind your feet and fly with me through the stars
Lay down your flesh and live forever in the depth
                         of love

Maybe you shouldn't throw away the polluted notion of god just yet. Maybe god is just the collective force of beauty that rises up from all of the love that we create-in our words, movements, songs, strokes, flips, curls, struts, bounces, and certainly our lovings.

So if we are just stardust brought to life by a random series of events, we are not unlike those magical packets of sea monkeys that I used to save up and order from the comic books, as a child. I would stare endlessly at the fishbowl for hours and days, waiting for the magic of life to occur. Sometimes, for some things, I'm afraid I still wait, lingering in the longing. OMG...

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