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 Feb 2018 Ryan Holden
ln
where is my indian
is it in the way i don't use my palms as a medium to transport rice into the back of my mouth
is it in the way my face turns gloomy at the sight of spice and curry
is it in my skin color that isn't as brown as you need it to be
is it in my eyebrows which aren't as bushy as per your requirements

is it in the way my tongue twists awkwardly as i say happy diwali
is it in the way amma is the most fluent piece of tamil i speak
is it in the way i didn't know how to recite the words at my grandpas funeral
is it in the way i cannot, for the life of me, name you another tamil movie besides chandramukhi?

or

is it in the religious classes i took up until age 12
is it in the ramayana epic that i learnt, age 8
is it in the sanskrit bhajans i was made to sing, not knowing what they meant, age 10
is it in knowing that ganesh is the remover of obstacles,
brahma, vishnu, shiva - the creator, the preserver, the destroyer

is it in the eyeliner drawing a bindi in between my eyes when i
head to the temple, to present myself as indian

where is my indian
is it on a checklist, is there a passing mark?
where is my indian
please tell me,
because i am tired of feeling like a foreigner in my own skin
 Feb 2018 Ryan Holden
Mike Hauser
if you want to change
what you're all about
it's best you start
from the inside out

where the cracks aren't
so easily seen
you most often have
the greatest need

as you work on it
with trowel in hand
a lifetime spent
with filling in

word to the wise
take this advice
start with the cracks
on the inside
 Feb 2018 Ryan Holden
sunprincess
Common courtesy is a dinosaur
be it a vegetarian or an omnivore,
common courtesy is a dinosaur
extinct and forgotten,
never to live on Pangea ever again
How much of it were
Truth

How much of it were
Lies

When did you ever stop the
Love

My parents, my brother, and
I
The title joins with the second line of the first three verses
 Feb 2018 Ryan Holden
Star BG
The light of love surrounds
dancing in waves within without.
They come anchoring in breath.
Sweet the inhale is
as senses catch its rhythm,
Grand the moment is,
as vibrations echo like birds
luxurious song.

Waves of love continue
moving to grace essence
awakening senses.
Sweet the moment is,
as I see with new eyes.
Grand the moment is,
as I sing with new voice.

I now awakened to know
I’m an expression of God.
A container that houses the Divine.
A gift of expanding energies
that stands in power
to take hands with Godhead
to be co-creator I am.

Thusly I am an etching of actions
in the scriptures of humanities history
but for a glimpse
before
going back to a place with no time
Oh how sweet it is
and how grateful I am.
Inspired by ***** Shakysphere   Thank you
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