Universal Beat

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When I Move,

When I dance, sing or speak,

I am all countries

And language recalls the root of one.

I am the beauty of the stillness in every flowing moment,

More than

A galaxy believed to be contained

And constructed in the mind.

For music

Is

Soul speak

And rhythm

Is the

Universal ancestral beat

Echoing

From the beginning to the future existing beyond.

More than mere cosmos conception.

Hear it. Be.

Infinite resonation.

Alternate celestial awakenings.

Harmonious cell vibration.

Close your eyes and become.

Welcome ascension.

Untethered.

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Last Time

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Black off the shoulder dress,

Patterned with little pink flowers.

My skin

Tan and sand brushed.

Last time I wore it was in Egypt.

A beautiful night, it was.

Clear and star filled.

I feel everything all at once when I look at.

Barefeet continued

Dancing long after they hurt.

Laughed and smiled so much;

People thought I was drunk.

It has a hole in it I never fixed,

I kept it anyway.

So there it hangs with a variety of other

Colorful memories.

Time to sew it up or let it go.

Cry

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They snuggled in close as could be;

Tangled.

Turning away

She buried her face in the blanket.

Hidden.

To her

He whispered softly,

Its okay to cry you know.”

She lifted her gaze to his,

But i am so afraid,

So fearful i will drown in myself.

That i will be so ugly to you.”

And in his eyes she felt his reply,

Let yourself go.

You think you will drown

But this is where you become yourself,

Where

You are more.

I felt your soulshine upon arrival here. Birth.

Radiate.

Nourish.

This is how the roots are hydrated my

Love, and this is where one

Flourishes,

In the letting go.”

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I was taught to

Swallow my tears.

Keep them within,

Becoming bloated with grief.

My blood saturated with salt

Until

Solidified

Heart so heavy

And lungs drowned with self inflicted water,

I could no longer stand.

I could not absorb oxygen needed to keep warm nor fully breathe,

Could not pump blood through my own veins to live.

Not knowing that to cry was such strength

For those surrounding me

Saw it,

Claimed it as

Victory;

A winning of some kind to break another more than yourself.

I still cry in the dark.

I never said I was perfect.