I am spirit remembering
what it is to be a man. I weep.
As a man I remember
what it is to be human. I laugh.
As a human I return with the ghosts.
In this way, deep each moment grows a knowing:
all our sisters and brothers and others embody feeling.
Under supposed cross and imposed hurt
is understanding
human in nature.
Swaddled in this knowing is a flower
basking in the sun.
Love is real,
as solid as a pebble
fixed inside a mountain.
Conscious Being flows through every atom.
Each iota activates.
I remember what it is to be!
Air moved with music
as a body is moved by music.
I am dancing madly to the drum.
Standing still does nothing for the beat,
which sounded long before i could dance.
Love is the only dance,
Love is the only beat,
Love is the only drum.