The Embodiment of Possibility

She said,

that Kofi

was

the Embodiment of Possibility.

A child

who had known some 

of the darkest 

and 

deepest

depths of human slavery. 

For him

to rise 

above it all, 

to overcome

the pain,

is the miracle. 

To forgive
a past,
that tried to break him.

How a child can know that love is stronger,
when adults don't want to know,
is bravery.

Forget your swords.
They are of no use to you,
where you are going. 

The war is over.

See your life with love,
and
have the heart
to see others with love.

No matter what they do or say.

Go beyond the faces,
and
become
the
Embodiment of Possibility.

If love has a price,
is it worth it? 

No bravery for love...

Love unravels me,

constantly. 

To have 

any sense 

of self 

is futile,

when I know

that 

the only thing

that is constant 

in my life,

is that

of cathartic 

experiences. 

Experiences,

that will drive me to tears

break me

and 

shake me, 

leaving me 

naked and defenseless , 

regardless 

of the 

elements involved. 

Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn..

Who cares? 

Rain, snow, sunshine...

Sometimes,

I wish that 

I didn't have to carry so much.

Why does Love trust me so much to carry its message? 

I don't feel that brave, after all.

Give me my wings,
before I fall. 

Peeling The Layers

Peeling back the blue sky, 

all is revealed.

Your losses are mine,

even though I had given up 

a long time ago. 

Paying a debt,

paying with my guilt,

paying with my life. 

Working to peel

away the layers,

that keep me from 

my truest self. 

Like a snake,

we will shed our skin, 

and

never, ever,

be the same again.

Hand-Me-Down World.

We Do Not Inherit the Earth from Our Ancestors; We Borrow It from Our Children

When she asks you,
                             ''Why did you give me a Hand-Me-Down world?''
What will you say?
                              That you had no control,
                               that you were powerless,
                               that it was ''Them'' who made you do it.

When he asks you,
                               ''Why did you give me a Hand-Me-Down world?
What will you say?
                                That you loved your Jeep so much,
                                 that you didn't know how to keep the waters of the earth clean,
                                 that you couldn't live without your laptop.

What will you do,
                              when they feel the sadness and the anger,
of having to live in a world
                               that is falling apart around them?

Our ice is melting,
                               and we just continue on,
as if nothing is happening.

Is that really the gift we wish to leave our children,
                    the example we wish to be for them?

When the little girl and the little boy ask you,
                                                                  ''Why did you give me a Hand-Me-Down world?
What will you say?
                                                                    What will you do? Now?
                                     

Sunday Daze-Moon Love

My Sunday daze,

making me float away. 

Sun and moon 

joining together.

Holding hands

for the first time. 

I am lost in You.

On a Monday,

they take me away.

Because they have not seen

what I have

seen.

Fill my cracks 

with 

gold and silver. 

When something is broken,

make it your beauty again.

Make it whole again. 

A Breakdown for a Breakthrough

For my beautiful friend, Sile.

Thank you for your friendship and inspiration. 

Living the Dream!

The potential

for a breakdown

is just

 as strong 

as 

the potential

for a breakthrough. 

In that fog of flow,

you will lose your way, 

yet 

it is only in getting lost,

do you find

the treasure that you really sought. 

Become a space-holder

for you. 

For the internal 

matters

as much

as the

external

that breaks you. 

And 

I hope you see

that your vulnerability 

is your strength. 

And like a tree,

you can bend and flow with the storm,

rather than 

staying rigid and breaking.

Even when

no-one sees the storms that you weather,

let them see

the vulnerability,

that opens you up 

to the depth of growth. 

For life was not meant to be this superficial loneliness. 

Take it to the Limit!

Breathless 

to the limit

Just go,

you can always fly back

to me. 

I have never left you

and,

I could never leave you.

Ever.

Fly.

There are so many miles 

to travel.

 Are you counting?

Go explore

the heights and depths,

and sacred spaces. 

Anima and animus

are calling

for balance.

For love.