My devotion spirtuallity
I evolve before you..
To be always enlightened
To always be More true always humbly a student of this earth.
May my Innocents always seek Truth and mystic ways.
I will no longer turn away from The hot and holy mess
That can never be cleaned And call this progress
For my wild tenderness of my innocents to seek and see love or pain.
I admit that I am
Forest and ocean:
Disorganized Art
Made of Medicine
I commit now,
To learning that language That will never make sense
To ear or brain
The one of belly and feet and
Deep womb of Heart
The one that does not explain A single thing
The one that does not need you To understand
I do not consent To the narrative That I must overcome
How completely out of control It is they say....
To care this much
To feel this deeply
To hold the entire universe in My belly
If they could only they could feel what I see!
I will not attempt to
Colonize Or conquer The wild in me
I will no longer undo my waves
I am done pretending
The truth is My heart is made of a million Tiny Insect wings
I bow to the feet Of the sensitive one
I now embrace The immensity Of power
Known
When I walk the razors edge Of that which is so delicate
You must hold your breath To hear it’s voice
I am here for the language
That is shaky and Uncertain
That is slow like honey So slow the mind Can’t catch it
I no longer consent to the idea
That the unkempt longings Of my soul
The unbearable heat of my Desire
The immaculate fragility Of my skin
Should be neatly sorted Fixed
Sewed shut Or understood.
It demands from me An irrational submission A Total Devotion
I no longer defer To the language, values and customs Of the conqueror
I honor My willingness To be touched by life
To taste the wisdom that is only Revealed
When I admit The impossible situation
Of just how entangled I really am With every
Single
Thing
I no longer turn away From the bare naked truth
To the threads my heart has woven
To the wild truth that cannot be uttered
Even by the most skillful tongue
This is the language That has been called
Crazy
Irrational
Wounded
Weak
Inferior
And
Immature
But now I am learning
That the wide open truth
That can hold it all
That can pulse with the passion Beyond reason
This, Is what I am living for
It is the language of Soul
To hold the flame 🔥
