Your Voice, Your Loud Voice

Know that your voice is loud.

Magnificent.

And worth hearing.

Know that–

Not one being-

Not one being in this world

Can shut

Your flame.

Oh, that wild and blazing fire

Of yours.

They can’t stop it.

Speak your truth

Loved one.

Speak.

Until you can speak no more.

And when you doubt yourself

Beautiful,

Remember this day of triumph.

Remember the day

You spoke

With a quivering

Yet mighty voice

Gaining strength

Moment by moment.

Remember this day, love.

When your voice forgets,

Remember this day.

Garden of Eden

I stood in a field

Of flowers.

Beautiful flowers

All of the same make.

They looked so glorious

All standing next to each other.

They surrounded me

And smiled

And laughed.

I laughed back.

Started running

With the flowers.

On our run

We spoke.

Is this what Garden of Eden looks like?

Fields and fields of flowers?

Is this what I can expect

After years and years of work.

Fields and fields

Of gorgeous and magnificent

Sunflowers?

How about the

Red, orange, and white flowers?

Oh, and those spring, pink, sparkly trees?

Is this what I can expect

In the Garden of Eden?

Share with me your secrets, beautiful blossoms.

I didn’t know you can be as beautiful as this.

I didn’t know you contained the possibility

Of spreading so much love and light.

I look forward to Eden, gorgeous flowers.

Perfection Itself

It’s interesting

How when I center myself

For one split of a second,

I know

I so know

That all I am

Is perfection itself.

There are no

I am not good enoughs.

There are no

Comparing myself to others.

There are no

I am not worth its.

In that split second

When I am grounded on my mat

I know

I so deeply know

That I am worth

Way more than I can ever imagine.

Because you see

If I see myself

As how I look to others

I don’t recognize the essence of my beauty.

And if I think that all I am is my personality

I judge everything about it.

And If I believe

That what I am

Is how much I do

Then I don’t understand that all this doesn’t matter.

What matters is who I am.

Who I am

Is a divine.

Enormous.

Magnificent,

Delightful,

Peaceful

Gorgeous

Soul.

Nice to meet you too.

Die, monster

Die! 

You should die

With all the insanity in you

Die!

With all the dysfunction you’ve caused

Die!

Take it all with you

Down to the grave

And die.

But you wont

Huh.

You won’t just die.

You are committed to

Everyone dying along with you.

You’ve ruined earth

You have ruined the planet.

The pain you have caused

Is enough to make you die.

You can’t just die though;

Die- with all the pain

In the world.

Die!

With all the anguish

You’ve caused everyone

Times that – one billion

For all generations after that.

For all generations

Who will question

Their existence,

Their holiness,

Their purity.

Die! You monster

Die!

Apparently you don’t care