In a world of matter,
we have prioritized strange nominalizations.
we call it,
As conscious beings, we continue to turn a blind eye and devalue intentionality.
Severed from their roots.
Uprooted from their Home.
Murdered and left to rot,
Hoping no one would notice.
In the name of God.
In the name of homogeneity.
In the name of assimilation and melting-pots.
In the name of civilization and advancement.
The intentionality of it,
The systemic oppression
Who taught us to believe to be powerful, we must hoard?
Bottled up and left to rot.
I can point to a perpetrator “out there”
call it capitalism
call it politics
call it white supremacy
call it an “ism”
call it patriarchy.
And all that does is appease my illusion
that it is separate from me
while I continue to reproduce the status-quo
that is killing me.
and my future.
and my family.
I often wonder:
How have we come to accept that nominalizations
matter more than the majesty of Life itself?
The soil reveals.
Mass graves of Indigenous children
as we continue to bomb and destroy and displace
and justify the systemic murders of Black men
Homogeneity is killing us.
Despite our futile attempts to normalize it.
Earth is bio-diverse.
our biological systems thrive on diversity.
on what matters
not made-up fairytales
by people pretending to know what adulting means.
I’m just over it.
I’m over the bulshit.
the carefully sustained propaganda
the fragile cultural narratives
the intentional intergenerational lies
The fairy tales aren’t real.
they’re but stories.
full of metaphors
and if we pay attention
we may learn something about ourselves
at the very least,
about our values.
since we seem to have forgotten
the holistic nature
of WHAT we are
the totality of it all
the dirtiest word of all.
How could it not?
In the name of God,
So, we capitulate.
Giving up our source of power
intergenerationally to God,
and now, to the Cloud.
we are Forces
able to manifest Intention
so that which we intend
at the highest orders of thinking,
This isn’t some bulshit affirmation.
This is fact.
This is the kind of Truth that is
in every. space. within me.
It is only my own unique Truth
that sets me free.
Until I own,
in every space of my body,
I AM that
I continue to hold my Soul hostage to the stagnating stories of someone “out there”.
But tell me,
what makes their version of truth more real
than the Truth
my bones carry
from my ancestry?
It matters not to me what you choose.
I trust mySelf
I trust my here
I trust my now
I trust the moment
I trust my breath
I trust the vibration that I AM
To guide me.
Because I trust my highest intention.
And I don’t trust theirs.
Enough with the killing myself to sustain the life of lies.
Enough with supporting that which depletes my Soul.
Enough with the narratives of externally imposed reality.
Enough with the illusions of the nominalizations as real.
I’m no longer interested in the stories told by politicians/CEOs/teachers/doctors/scientists/pick-a-someone-important-out-there.
I’m only interested in the secretes revealed in my own body
stored in the fecund space between every nano-particle that makes me up
full with Spiritual Intentionality
the unique essence of What I AM,
in this moment
blurring the edges
between “me” and “other”
so that I may mindfully
moment to moment
Why I Am HERE.
my highest intention in my own becoming.
I’m here to evolve.
And in that, I attract to me
those who seek to play the same game
at the same level
in full recognition