A Note on My Body

My body still my body –
My arms are but the wings.
My mouth still a gun.
I am a tragic misfiring bird!

I have all I need to be a hero
And I don’t have to save the world,
But save ME!

I worship too much
I worship too much
When prayers don’t work!
Yet dance, fly, fire –
Knowing this is the hardest thing
But when I think the whole sad thing might end
I choose to live
Oh, I choose you live.

Everyday as I wake,
I raise the dead.
You see,
I do the miracle!

Confession 2020!

Of the many regrets
that I have –
One such is that all
my life
I have been busy
chasing medals, name, fame
And, never felt LOVE.

Now my heart’s mostly dry
and eyes wet as I had
forgotten my feet
with all the looking above!

From my dresses to dreams,
from my heart to coffee creams
they’re all black, black, and black!

And I don’t know –
whether to miss something
or want it back?


Remember the sky that you were born under,
know each of the star’s stories.

Remember the moon, know who she is.

Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is the
strongest point of time.

Remember sundown
and the giving away to night.

Remember your birth, how your mother struggled
to give you form and breath.
You are evidence of
her life, and her mother’s, and hers.

Remember your father. He is your life.

Remember the earth whose skin you are:
red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earth
brown earth, we are earth.

Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their
tribes, their families, their histories, too.
Talk to them,
listen to them. They are alive poems.

Remember the wind.
Remember her voice.
She knows the
origin of this universe.

Remember you are all people and all people
are you.

Remember you are this universe and this
universe is you.

Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you.

Remember language comes from this.

Remember the dance language is, that life is.