We know there are two worlds. We know that the way people talk and behave on the surface isn’t the whole picture, it’s a charade.
All who want to die in any given moment feel crippling disconnection... but the silence of shame and the disease of perfectionism keeps us from saying it.
I want this daring to slow down amidst chaos... to reach for one another to say, “Hello, I am here, I don’t have the answer, but I will stand with you.”
A man will be conscious and present to the same degree that you are actively radiating your love and allowing life force itself to roll through your being.
Open your mouth wide so the fem-fire inside you can climb your tongue and ride your breath straight into the rooms where attack-plans are made and signs painted with slurs are hand-crafted out of thick, religion-validated and institutionalized racism and politically sanctioned, xenophobic sludge.
I felt it deep within the indefinable essence that was my being. The one that had draped the white wolf’s skin and picked the stars and walked the paths to find other things. The one that now saw how love was the root of all things.