Strong, Smooth and shiny slivers of flesh

Under my fingertips 

The marks of a million drops of blood and tears shed 

From eyes that only know how to see,

 that such pure, unfiltered beauty can come only from depths of misery

Of the countless trials and tribulations galore,

etching  these iridescent slashes of human revolution forever in my skin,

Epitomize, dramatize, legalize and don’t forget to recognize that my fall was already a win. 

 

Courage and contour of my belly, that once protruded, swollen to many weeks along in size, but after the sun set upon 9 months

Inside there was no prize

to be found 

No one there to empathize, sympathize,

Or prioritize the essence of what this vessel truly carried,

Or dig deeper than the limitations of what the eyes could see,

All the truths, painstakingly built from the labor of trust,

Came crashing down in front of me.

Even I couldn’t fathom then the magnitude of the challenge that was meant to be

part of my journey 

 

And yet never alone,

surrounded by entities, protective force, mystic law of the universe, but sitting in our own solitude we cannot avoid

Can this pain be both a blessing And a curse ? 

Clutching, clawing, grabbing to hold fast to the pieces of your

Soul, 

As it oozes and seeps through the cracks and stitches that once bound these jagged edges tight, Like lava flaming with desire of an incandescent story waiting to be told, to unfold,

But never to be sold

To the highest bidder craving the facade 

 

For impossible is: 

Warmth Without the fire

Sun without the rain 

future without the tomorrow, 

brilliance without the darkness 

The joy without the sorrow/joy without the pain.

 

Only in the saturated muddy waters can the mighty lotus seed and bloom, petals unfolding the simultaneity of cause and effect.

manifesting magic before your very eyes, as you begin to detect the 

 

Resilience, the nature that only the unfolded, all too perfectly constructed pieces of origami gone awry can know,

Pulsating waves of prayer and 

The causes you make, 

Is the karma you know, 

The karma you reap, 

Is the karma you sow.

Digging through the trenches,

Will Only to keep you 

Knee deep in suspicion,

Reading, heading, leading with the signs you’ve been given, 

But your fate is still your own to decide 

Sowing the seeds of your life’s mission 

Undeniably the call of your 

 

Soul song 

Sometimes a Bitter verse but always sweet like honey on your throat, but never does it sugarcoAt, never guaranteed to be 

in tune or hit each note, 

But not even the most melancholy 

Of melodies can deny, 

the struggles that dare to keep you in a prison, are the same struggles that dare you to envision, make the decision to find your most high 

 

Life condition 

Forget the brainwashing, the creams, the ads and the lies you’ve been fed, 

Honor the wounds of your battle

As the blessings, trophies, rewards of a life well led.

Prince, princess, king, or queendom

Free your mind to win your freedom. 

Never to be covered, smothered, scolded or shamed

not a punishment, don’t even think it a sin, 

Wear your scars and show them proud. 

For a lion knows only how to win.