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Monday, January 16, 2012

I come from 1/16/12

I come from a culture

that cannot rape.

We cannot know of ourselves

in those isolated ways.

We cannot desire from another

what we do not already possess.

We cannot stray so far

as to look back.

Sexuality of thought,

feelings or gesture

only exist as celebrative.

No act of consciousness

can be done in vain.

We are in deference beyond motive.

We cannot deceive

the collective of our self.

We cannot shock one another

with actions.

We are indifferent to results.

We have no philosophy

nor psychology.

We have the livingness

of a subtle physics

as it would appear to understand.

Even though understanding is,

as if to sit in the bleachers

and cheer for outcomes

and positions of judgment

and demonstrative results.

This is as if the world of symbols

would yield authentic representation

of our souls.

No one is gifted with approval

that would steal them from self-love.

We, as individuals,

are not the measure from others.

Unique is not a comparison.

We have no system of justification,

no behavioral alliances

of reinforcement,

no bed checks or quotas.

No one takes to the mind of analysis

to declare a sense of worth.

Nouns are never written in ink

and verbs never stay on the page.

Spoken language

has enormous worth

as intonement.

We are with you and of you

between your words

and before meaning leads to tears

at our sharing from core.

Where the world has suffering,

we have the sweetness of suffering

as a gate,

offering a deeper sense

of spirit as carriage forth.

When one dies,

the collective spirit

is inwardly enhanced.

If joy comes,

it is reflective from within.

Our heroes are

before thought occurs.

We do not have hope

as if it were fresh cut flowers,

promising a bountiful garden

of futures.

Touch redefines our notions of space.

We do not have faith

as if it were a photo i.d.,

promising that life will meet

our expectation and memories

because we are sincere

and caring members

of the human race.

We live in each other

as our wisdom.

Terms like annoyance

and bothersome

do not apply.

Everyone's actions

speak for the whole.

Our love

is before feelings concur.

I cannot hold you

nor you me.

Sacred is the means of breath.

Light is the medium of being.

We have never been

that separate,

even by the displays

of space, mass, or time . . .

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