We’ve forgotten how to be on top of one another, which was once an integral part of our survival as a species. We migrated with little room for sleep, everything we owned on our backs, and now we can’t even sit on the crowded train together. We have lost our way, traveled miles away from the truth. What is the truth? The fact that we need each other. The fact that you choose lonely and really want love is masochistic. Stop killing yourself. Love calls all the missing pieces, reminding each that it is important. The language is love, light, and sound. It is what you feel, what you see, and what you hear. A little noise is not going to hurt you, and a little touch is not going to hurt you. When was the last time you abruptly bumped into yourself and wanted to be with you – that sweet frightening beauty that you are? It is time to remember that you are one with it all. Stop being annoyed by the small things in the mess you have created of your own life. It is okay, we have all made a mess of our lives, and the planet. Together we remember, together we take action. Step one is to remember by waking up, step two is to clean, step three is to ask for help. Change the order if you must. The formula is non-linear. This is all happening too fast to cry. Too fast to cry. Too fast to cry.
Spraying like spore prints across the land
our power lotus flower like made to sprout in mud
the muck of our forgotten woe separated from us
by the use of clever language that cleaves at self-worth
our jeans hang as low as our spirits as our genes cry
ancestors turning in their graves twisting double helix like
embarrassed to be a part of the present beheading
they are still lynching us for sport.
Kevon Simpson © 2015
You start by taking your breathing into the bottom of your belly, letting it round, and then allowing the air to tip toe out of its own accord, no force from you. Then you close your eyes and try to savor the ease of each breath; allowing yourself to notice the lesson of letting go happening over and over again. We have been taught to compete and work extra hard for everything, but approaching meditation like that impedes progress. You don’t have to race to yourself, and you certainly don’t have to race to peace. Remember that it is already there, hiding underneath, not even hiding – perhaps waiting is a better word. Learn from your breathing, you don’t have to cling to things to feel complete. In the same way that you let go of each breath with the full trust that another is on the way, let that be an example for your life. Having almost drowned twice I have a sincere appreciation for the air that I can always call upon. You are afraid to die because you love being here, problems and all. Embrace the fact that you love life and all its richness. The roller coaster of experience and the wide-eyed stories you tell, you love it all. Isn’t it true that even the tears feel good when they have been cried? Such sweet emotional release woven into it all. That deep feeling of gratitude for life and air, though taught in a traumatic moment, was a gift to me. Life is a gift to you, and to us all. Enjoy this beautiful day!
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Our blood who art thou in each other
hallowed be thy genetic names
Thy Remembrance come
Thy will be done in governments
as it be in peoples’ hearts
Give us this day our daily dose of love
and forgive us our atomic bombs
as we forgive those who destroy our home
And lead us not into brainwashing
but deliver us from manipulation
For in thine own heart is the wisdom
the power, and the glory
for ever and ever
by Kevon Simpson 2013 ©
a poem from Grammatology