Common Threads weave through every heARTform
One Soul calling out to the whole
Words echo from a dream-state:
“We should wake
And not be held by some unrefined vision of it.”
Awakening
A lingering vision:
Footfalls upon brittle plants
An entire field of dark decimation
Crumbling away… the vision fades
Eyes Wide
Open to the globe
Out from the covers
Feet to the floor
Perception seeking
Realities of life on Earth
Lifting the veil
One foundation to explore
Many lenses offer insight
Rays of light shine through prisms at different angles, through different facets
Each reveal and obscure distinctive elements
Truth is amorphous and unprejudiced
Truth, amorphous and unprejudiced, sliced into wedges and put through a juicer
Blood oranges of pain and hunger paint this glass red
Fermented brutality of prejudice perpetuated by dogmatic fanaticism
By ethnic and cultural discrimination
By corporate detachment
Blood fruit, soured, floods the fertile earth and my cup
Tearful tsunamis of salty decimation pinched and dashed upon
Lemons add acid, golden and unmerciful
One from the tree in the yard
One from the tree plantation
One’s citrus burns through the ink on the codex
One’s citrus adds fuel to passion’s will to cleanse
Eat through the scum clouding the focus of a billion eyes
Or eat through the wisdom left for the future to learn from
Then, the kale, vital medicine, secret weapon
Green leaves grown in the bitter cold
Acids, of whatever intention, unlock the essential minerals of body nourishment
One world Being
Strong limbs
Weak ligaments
Drink down this concoction
Let this fuel facilitate remembrance
Re member the body aggregate
Lift the veils on every dimension
From cellular membrane
To humanity’s fenced-in conditions
Conditional life
Cannot foster unconditional love
Oh! One
Make a choice!
Unconditionally envision
New sprouts beneath the broken
Uplifted by regeneration
Soothe the soreness of this body made broken
By the mouth
So blinded by the selfish eyes
Not to see its hunger was the foot
Starved apart for the hand that only fed it’s other
And died only to become ghostly bones dancing on pages yet to be written
Let every One
Envision
Hand to mouth to feed the foot
I’s that see whether open to within or to without
But all ways open
To be uncovered by the hunger to witness, comprehend, appreciate
All the gifts every aspect brings to this presence.
