“I watch how the moon
Sits in the sky in the dark night
Shining with the light from the sun
And the sun doesn’t give light to the moon assuming — The moon’s going to owe it one”
– Linkin Park – place for my head
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I tattooed the sun on my left finger
While the moon sits on the right
As they match the hemispheres
Of my receiver — they wrap
To the definition of contralateral
With the masculine & feminine body
With the alternating breath work
I heal my soul with & confide
Wrap themselves like DNA
Intertwine like kundalini
Shooting up my spine
I am a receiver
I choose to receive
& I choose to see
When my hands “come together”
In gratitude and prayer
This is the true me
It’s the closest visual I have
Of the union within I crave
I am heading home
Tattooing these reminders
To get me through these vices
Healing myself within
Ignoring the time
Running down like sand
I am at peace with dying
I know my purpose now
Know what I must do
Before My head hits the ground
Don’t cry for me
Celebrate these truths
I was able to see
Remember yet
You’re the one who showed me
Who I was destined to be
The humility I aimed to see
The kind soul you showed me
I know you thought
And think of me
But union is coming
Inside of me
I am merging with
My soul who is we
There is no tit for tat
When it comes to these two
There is little karma
That touching vigorously
Will help break two through
So much understanding
In such a dark world
So many wrong teachings
How long has my silence
Wanted to be heard
I swim in loneliness
When I choose
Then I put my hands together
Remember
I am the true muse
I will continue
On my path
No vices hold me back
I will continue with my
Truth — don’t worry
I won’t be looking back
Put your hands together
Clasp them over your heart
When you ask for my forgiveness
Know I’ve already sent it
A piercing loving dart
Safe keeping far above
I put my hands together
To see my union in 3D
I put my hands together
And tuck you into me
11:16pm
03/08/22
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