Inside the mind of God
there are no judgments.
No saint and sinner.
No perpetrator and victim.

To know we constructed
this reality in order to grow, learn
and live with open hearts.

Inside the mind of God
there is only love,
and encouragement
for us to awake
and take responsibility
to free the soul.

To know we are co-creators.
here to hold space
of neutrality so others will shift.

Inside the mind of God
we are whole
free of judgments
meant to live with
prosperity and joy.

To awaken and know
that love and compassion
is the only answer
and road we must walk.

Inside the mind of God
as we walk, eat, breath, and evolve
we are the children of the future
destined for greatness
Because we are already great.

(explicit)

**** my soul
        with poetry
           scream out my gracious name
             slay me with words
               that peel my layers
                and simultaneously
                                   drive me
                                           insane

finger me slowly, hotly
with just the right rhythm and rhyme
    push me past my
                 tender limits
                       into tongues of syntax,
                                                      sublime

a­lliterate my senses
   (in swift stac
                    c-at
                           o)
until my mind is but blank verse
    mess up my stressed
              and unstressed syllables
in unsung language, versed

I will speak to you in vowels
(the only sound
       I will be able to make)
as you stroke
   my iambic pentameter
             in the heat of frothed-up
                                                     ache

we are this heroic couplet, you see
        even if the meaning seems veiled
           no need for simile or metaphor
               as I feel your chest rise
                              in deep inhale

we are a natural paradox
       so many ironies abound
         discordant harmony
is our synaesthesia
     in visible darkness found

and I love this delicious enjambment
as your aura invisibly slips
                               into mine
our lines have no beginning,
                                 no end
    as we undo
          the boundaries
                      of time