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Army of Me







Peel back your petals to reveal your heart of matter.

 Let words sink in to your being.  

 Embrace your sacredness, walk strongly in your day today. 

 May the sun shine warmly on you. And may your breath rise up in you and make you feel alive.
When I pull away the layers, I am facing only myself. I must choose, then, to love myself.

 I soar to heights. And I curl up in a ball, in my normal, naked humanity.
Expanding into another, of the many rooms, in Goddess’s house. The Bhudda lived in one. The Christ.
Human, tree, bird, sky, earth, air, smile – all of these are blessings in and of themselves.

 I am a part of the healing and heaving of the earth.

 I am a part of the collective pulsating humanity that weaves brokenness into beauty.

 That shakes the earth through silent, sacred petitions.

 Freedom has been lost. But it will always be regained where we open ourselves up to love again.

 Lately, I have been sorting through the pieces of my "fractured identities." Sweeping some aside,  under the carpet. Finding some new ones. But most of all, realizing that they are all me. They are the army of me.


 Now is the time. To exorcise all the demons of thought. That say I am not good enough, I am not loud enough, I have not lived enough, I never give enough.

 Now is the time to birth my propensity, my potential, my inner. 

 I have cradled my many me's, like a helpless infant, yet to be born to me. Already born in me. Softly singing, whispering, breathing, into existence.
There is no time left to resist, to ignore, to not exist, in the army of me.

 I am a many-petaled, layered, loud-voiced, soft whisper.

 Held, withheld, shouted, pushed into your hand, face, spirit, vision.

 I stand strong. With legs of earth and iron. The roots of my veins digging, entwining deep into the bowels of the earth of this world.

 My hair, my veins, my arms, standing on end, reaching up into the stars, the voices, chants of this universe. I dwell on earth and in the sky, the army of me.

 I have been tied down. I have listened. I have been transformed. I have evolved. I have grown eyes. I have grown wings.

 Wait. Don't hold your breath. Don't hold back. Don't wait any longer. Just be. Army of me.
I'm jamming, laying, pirouetting, crouching, praying, staying, going open. No longer waiting.
To be. The army of me.

 (* Happy Birthday, darling. October 2016)



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