I now recognize my youth
she hasn't been gone long
more recently
ending of one
begin a new song
I understand what happened to my mom.

my youthful days were free
in a way they no longer are.
yet freer today still.
motherhood and maturity,
marriage and low energy purging,
self imposed isolation for healing
and not really sleeping
have aged me.

not physically as much
though I see the crows feet
creeping in quietly
they don't bother me
passed through family,
lines my brow can sustain.

these babies remind me of my youth
times of a quieter mind
and a deeper desire to travel.
now all I daydream of is roots.
the underground is astounding.

my locs keep growing
rooted at the crown
I feel the beat pumping out
the essence is vibrating
causing me to giggle
youthful in my soul.

my locs grew up with me
we continue to mature
rooted together, they extending outward
an extension of my being.
tentacles that develop meaning
and develop me.

and with each development
the youthful cloak
gets thinner and lighter
translucence promised
as the days pass by.
this life's lessons heavy handed
on the front end.
pure passion for each message to come
only gratitude and love to my youth
She,
the master of my mind.

come drip with me
drip in me
fill my senses
with fluidity
liquify my mind
flood my memories
reunify, end your trip down stream.

drip with me, into
each possibility
roar with me
encompass all barriers
along the road
fall into
the falls with me
s  o  a  r  i  n  g  
through the bends to the end
of that trickle.

be me its all I have to offer
as I desire to be you.
I know the truth
you do too
the chemicals make visibility cloudy
and then we start to consider
is stream or steam
better?
and then we slow freeze
and develop a rigidity
and miss the abyss of the hairline split in time
we were destined to kiss.
we miss the lessons of our Mother
so we must start at the heart.

clear your heart for me
let me top off your energy
with the love I feel pulsating
through my crown. shower
You down to me.

reorganize beliefs
move like water

yet again,
born amongst confusion.
options
to create tunnel vision that leads to
misguided directions.
leads to the blatant miss of self.
lead to the breakdown of me,
all my philosophies,
my dear.
release choice, abandon the notion
I am somebody.
dissolve the judgement,
my nature knows not
of these vibrations.
my nature, devour these noises.

true beauty from my vantage point
true blessing of motherhood
desires controlled
ego losing its companion.
self, aware of my voice, now.
self, aware of my ecstasy,
of my memories.
calling the end to accepting
new imprints
that signal warning
that perpetuate the climate being warmed
and the matter of past matter
released into space.
free energy to create again and again…
calling and end to my madness.
insanely choosing anything
again and again.
tip toed to free.
now opening to my truest possibilities.
I was always free.

energy has a new burst
bubbling oozing out.
I have no space for their identity.
so I replace it.
so I commit to communication.
so I move forward
peacefully
abandoning all sadness, grief and misery.
I inject my fingers,
high into space.
I learn to play the strings.
I do as I am
and I calm.
perhaps my next birth will be amongst peace.