You are a luxury item, a silky flower, a glowing piece of furniture, YES you are an art piece, a lover, a kind and strange mystic—a dancer, a ponderosa dancer for 18 years, you who dances in the shimmering light, the goddess of our ancestors— you hold a key to get into your body into all of our bodies- we should all be dancing- shouldn’t we?
Who is we?
YOU are something to be lived.
You are something to be feared.
You are anticipating the apocalypse
You are already in
You are anticipating the utopic future?
You are Making that happen
You are already here and there
You are told to wait
You are told to do something now
You are told it is not happening
You are asking again and again
your running monologue is….. what the hell am I doing
and then you ask, in a loud angry voice!
what are WE doing?
then WE get into trouble!
We – we,we, we
how can WE get through the day?
WE are tearing apart the WE word?
You can not be with your neighbors
You can not make decisions in your own political party
you need privacy
you need to move away from disrespect, sexism, addiction, racism, fascism, scientism, dancism, etc. etc . Etc.
you are so evolved- and so uneducated at the same time
you need more data
you need to disengage from some and warn others
YOU need to love just the one and the only one and so on?
what about the WE of humanity?
ALARM!!!! beep beep beep beep beep
WE are dancing here
WE are cooking here
WE are swimming In clean lakes here
WE are eating vegan cakes
WE are supposed to heal
WE are working so hard to heal
WE also talk a lot, read a lot, shit a lot
WE are in trauma
WE can not act accordingly, appropriately
WE are not in sync
WE are global
WE are too big to hold
WE are still human
WE go back, thousands of years
WE can not go back and undo our damage
WE planted some fields
WE wanted to survive
WE are in still in survival mode
WE find, there are no more nuts to gather
WE are calculating our damage
WE are spending money on healers
WE let yoga rule the economy
YOU let yoga rule the economy
WE call it fake, we believe it is fake
WE fake heal with our fake news
WE go to hospitals
WE take drugs
WE tip on the wrong side
WE eat fake meat
WE feel fake moments of intimacy
WE eat that too
WE believe all of this fake exists
WE believe difference exists
WE are undigested
WE can not eat that wheat
WE are we, who are not really managing
tomorrow I will not take offense
tomorrow I will look at you with kindness in my eyes
tomorrow I can engage with the economy
buy the right products
build my edible forest
retreat from the politics and the cars
tomorrow is now and yesterday
abundance is here
small acts are happening
here
lets stay here together
by our meat next door
lets say thanks for that
thanks for moments of utopia
yesterday I had a good lunch,
yesterday I touched your back
yesterday I walked with my eyes closed and you held my hand.
let’s say thanks for that.
Genius poetry.
I slipped down the hole of You are a luxury item.
Thanks.
This is exactly what one needed to hear