I am a body of water and my tears fall like rain
as I witness the pain of generations.
My arteries, like rivers, clotting, clogging, throbbing
in the aftermath of so much bad blood,
so much blood shed,
so many lives led to ruin for the sake of a buck.
It’s hard to feel stuck. And it hurts to bleed so much.
But I am a body of water and gradually, over time,
I will erode the barriers that block my path.
I will soften rough edges and find new openings,
whittle new ways of being,
for I am regenerative.
I am life and abundance and dancing.
I'm not here to be damned.
I don't want to be bottled and sold.
I want to run with the land.
Through seasons of flood and seasons of drought,
going within and going without,
expanding and contracting with the moon,
carrying the tune of countless voices.
The choice is before us and every drop counts.
Please understand me.
My bipolarity is not a disorder.
Duality is part of divine order.
It's what holds us together in this vast pooling of consciousness,
the infinite deep,
where mysteries seep through the pores of my skin.
I am devotion and community and hope.
I am up to my eyeballs with growth.
One day my body will evaporate,
but for now I flow forward,
letting my strength, my passion, my love lead the way.
The future is waiting, but for now it’s today;
a current affair in which all parties know that trust and transparency facilitate flow.
I am a body of water with a rising tide.
I want to lift as many ships as I can.
I want to stand and swirl and run and fall,
to wash over and through and between it all
I am a body of water, pooling at your feet.
It is very nice to meet you.